Rashad Holt - No Money Down Lyrics

Jus got in town
Trying to get around
Need chick I met
She tryna get down
Ain't got no ride
Uncle Sam held me down
South Tacoma Ave
Crown vic broke down
Emoji face frown
Aint got no clout
Four ring audi
Coupe electric
Jus came home
From 45 days
Time to splurge
On a tesla
No money down
No money down
New man in town
No money down
Bring your bitch around
No money down
Knock her ass down

Rotated k to garrison
Jus got released
Get me a haircut
And some memos told to eat
On my way to get fly
My crown vic died
I'm on pacific Ave lookin shitty
It over heat
The alternator blew
It sound like
In the engine
That's when I seen a this sign
That said no money down
You already knew
Grinning
Traded the whip I decided
The coupe of the color
Was backwoodt brown

Walked up ready to do business
Ttyna get back on the road
The dealer starred offering extras
No money down I was sold

My car broke down it was my worst dream
It pushed my bottom bitch to split the team
Now I'm riding around in a space machine Eating up the road

Serving me champagne
Showing off teslas
This whip seat massuze
Ergonomic
Racecar
Fog lights for the rain
Sunny days in Seattle
Cash out
Buy your bitch
She thinks she special
My credit good
In paying cash
Cooler Grey poupon mustard
Bitch in the rear view
She ain't that believe my proof
Tried me like I'm busted
Green leather
Wood grain
Digital dash
Grand model
Busting out hundreds
Switch the inside
Make it all custom
New bitch give me head
She up in the cockpit

Blue falcons tripping
Sideline cock blockin
Assigned him extra duty
I'm first sergeant
She bilingual
She distinguished
She's bad
She foreign
She bossy

Drop the tape
New shoebox dates
Class of 2019
Finna be awesome

He suggested that continental
It's expensive but uncle Sam supply my cash
Now I'm back in the road
Headed to town
Got me a new hoe
She asain and brown

Massuze All up in theseats
Cleanest whip in the troop
The whole squadron can see

On a DONSA hit the club
Pulling up Four cars deep
Aston manor
What's the buzz
Fox fur on the seats

My main bitch
Hold my pistol
She recruit new bitches
I am into
To come join the team
In tia Lois bitches give me hugs
Jus got home we fly as can be
In vip toastin with the ball players
All the bitches like who is he
Tore my rotator cuff
Running up bucks
Think it's sweet
Come on try your luck
F*ck your bitch in her butt
Passed her my bro
Ranger gon score
Return a punt
Nigga control your hoe
My car broke down it was my worst dream
It pushed my bottom bitch to split the team
Now I'm riding around in a space machine Eating up the road
My old bitch seen my new thing
She big mad
She somewhere steaming
She ain't that hold it down
Credit score omg
I don't want her no more