No Entertainment - Reese Laflare

(Low-key

Wowowowowowowowoo

Yah)

I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti

Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish

Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas

Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella

They say mo' money mo' problems I’m feeling all the better

If I had on three hoodies I still wouldn’t even sweat her

I’m feeling like wowowowowowowow

I try to tell her wowowowowowowow

Feeling good I’m feeling better

Momma told me son run that shit up cuz you have to go and make your own way,

yeah

Spilt on your girl with a little bit of drip so I call that bitch Obey

Count that backend swear to God the other day I made me about a 100K

Got black boy joy, you can see it all in a nigga face

I just walked out with a bag

I drip big Louie, Fendi, Goyard sacks

I hopped in Porsche then I hopped in the Jag'

Bitch I’m just cooling posted drippin' swag, ayyy

That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy

That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy

That black boy joy, damn that black boy joy

That black boy joy, yeah, nigga that black boy joy

I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti

Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish

Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas

Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella

I’m so blessed

Never pressed

My skin glowing

That’s a flex

Who is you?

Unimpressed

Why they hating?

I’m perplexed

I feel like a billi'

Woke up this morning let’s get it

Turn a model to a big

Go shopping in Paris like in Lenox, yeah

Sky is the limit no ceilings

Serena, Venus on my neck all tennis, back that

Bet that I always wanna get that, pullin' up

Looking like I’m 'bout big business

Cuz my new whip it just got no ceiling

Being a real nigga my only intention

God blessed me with my intuition

Don’t get it fucked up got the fire on me nigga

If they going out sad don’t vibe with them niggas

RIP Nip we still riding for you nigga

Can a nigga start on syrup

I got black boy joy yessir

I just wanna fuck my girl and count up all my fetti

Only CC under her toes I think she got a foot fetish

Lame niggas tryna throw shade, Imma send em all umbrellas

Billie Jean my wrist, glass in the face is on Cinderella