No Stylist

I give you money, I give you love
Give you music, everything I want

Be your music, be your music, be your music
Come on, be your music, be your music, be your music
Oh yeah, I got what you want, I got what you need
And I got everything, keep it going, keep it going

Oh, shorty getting down on the floor 
Cutting up you’d think she sniffed a pound of the blow 
High yellow gon off the coke, I call her snow white 
Heart 5 degrees baby is gon be a cold night  
If they told we don't play around, you was told right  
Plumber boys, boy you ain't a threat cause you hold pipes, no 
Them guns for the fashion, where your stylist?  
I put her in the front, girl you better than a side bitch 
Bend over 
Let me see you get loose, hah 
She say she never tap 
Let me see if that's the truth, hah 
I put her in the front, let me stand in the kaboose, hah 
Then she got on her knees, I ain't even feel no tooth, nah 
Big, sigh of relief, baby woosah 
Too fly, she got a ill vibe, she the one too 
Won't you come kick it like kung fu 
And baby we can do anything that you want to  
Step up and get fly when I come around  
Hands on your knees I don't wanna hear another sound  
Her man's hella sweet still you know we brought the drum around 
Hate to have have to *** him down 
For opps we got hundred rounds (Boom!) 
This ain't for the fashion, fuck a stylist 
Put her in the front, you way better then a side bitch 
Tell ‘em keep kool we ain't here for the violence  
Take her to the room like Babygirl come and ride this 
This, Babygirl come and ride this  
Babygirl come and ride this  
This Babygirl, come and ride this  
This ain't for the fashion, fuck a stylist 
Put her in the front, you way better then a side bitch 
Hey  
What you want the brown or the ‘Ze? 
At the MGM, came down from LA 
Brownskin, sweeter than her man, call her caramel  
She chose the right one 
Tonight this can be yo fairytale 
Shorty getting touchy, feely 
It was very brail 
She going in a circle spinning on it like a carousel  
Shorty love to ride, big pony 
I told her “quiet” 
She put a sock in it: Mick Foley  
She hit my line, gave me five rings  
Rip Kobe 
Coming out her jeans while her bra slip slowly  
She copped the range long way from a Tuscon  
You gotta ball 
Every G no (Geno), word to UConn 
Girl, I'm just tryna have a good time  
What is you on? 
She got a nut, I never called back  
Tell me who's wrong?  
We ain't here for the fashion, fuck a stylist  
I put her in the front, she way better than a side bitch 
Step up and get fly when I come around  
Hands on your knees I don't wanna hear another sound  
Her man's hella sweet still you know we brought the drum around 
Hate to have have to *** him down 
For opps we got hundred rounds (Boom!) 
This ain't for the fashion, fuck a stylist 
Put her in the front, you way better then a side bitch 
Tell ‘em keep kool we ain't here for the violence  
Take her to the room like Babygirl come and ride this 
This, Babygirl come and ride this  
Babygirl come and ride this  
This Babygirl, come and ride this  
This ain't for the fashion, fuck a stylist 
Put her in the front, you way better then a side bitch

JJ