"No Service" lyrics
(Mano)
Huh, I flew far away from home, my phone don't work
Hmm, why you never got no motion? Your phone don't work?
I got shows to do, nigga, I can't fold no shirts
I know he pissed, he tried to unlock my phone and the code don't work, hah
I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, your nose is gon' hurt, huh
Toughen up, if you don't, the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gon' work
I'm one of them, who gon' tell me that I'm not?
She think she that, who gon' tell her that she not?
I been grindin' like no time left on the clock
Been a boss all my life, yeah, I think they must forgot, huh
Flyin' private with them racks in my Birkin
She throwin' shade, think she pressed, it ain't workin'
This the type of motion have them niggas on your body
This the type of motion have them niggas sayin' sorry
Pussy like water and my wrist like glass
I ain't showin' up for the free, don't ask
No transfers, bitch, I need straight cash
You lookin' for your nigga? Where he at? On my ass?
Huh, I flew far away from home, my phone don't work
Hmm, why you never got no motion? Your phone don't work?
I got shows to do, nigga, I can't fold no shirts
I know he pissed, he tried to unlock my phone and the code don't work, hah
I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, your nose is gon' hurt, huh
Toughen up, if you don't, the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gon' work
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I left you in the DM
Baby mama trippin', I ain't even tryna see her
It ain't my fault you wanna spend it on a bad bitch
Five plus three, do the math, I ain't average
Bad bitch, money long, body tea
You might've fucked with her, but you could never fuck with me
I get just what I want and that nigga pay the fee
The way I back it up and dump it, drop-drop it on that D
Huh, I flew far away from home, my phone don't work
Hmm, why you never got no motion? Your phone don't work?
I got shows to do, nigga, I can't fold no shirts
I know he pissed, he tried to unlock my phone and the code don't work, hah
I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
You smell this type of money, your nose is gon' hurt, huh
Toughen up, if you don't, the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gon' work
Huh, I flew far away from home, my phone don't work
Hmm, why you never got no motion? Your phone don't work?
I got shows to do, nigga, I can't fold no shirts
I know he pissed, he tried to unlock my phone and the code don't work, hah
I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, your nose is gon' hurt, huh
Toughen up, if you don't, the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gon' work
I'm one of them, who gon' tell me that I'm not?
She think she that, who gon' tell her that she not?
I been grindin' like no time left on the clock
Been a boss all my life, yeah, I think they must forgot, huh
Flyin' private with them racks in my Birkin
She throwin' shade, think she pressed, it ain't workin'
This the type of motion have them niggas on your body
This the type of motion have them niggas sayin' sorry
Pussy like water and my wrist like glass
I ain't showin' up for the free, don't ask
No transfers, bitch, I need straight cash
You lookin' for your nigga? Where he at? On my ass?
Huh, I flew far away from home, my phone don't work
Hmm, why you never got no motion? Your phone don't work?
I got shows to do, nigga, I can't fold no shirts
I know he pissed, he tried to unlock my phone and the code don't work, hah
I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, your nose is gon' hurt, huh
Toughen up, if you don't, the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gon' work
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I left you in the DM
Baby mama trippin', I ain't even tryna see her
It ain't my fault you wanna spend it on a bad bitch
Five plus three, do the math, I ain't average
Bad bitch, money long, body tea
You might've fucked with her, but you could never fuck with me
I get just what I want and that nigga pay the fee
The way I back it up and dump it, drop-drop it on that D
Huh, I flew far away from home, my phone don't work
Hmm, why you never got no motion? Your phone don't work?
I got shows to do, nigga, I can't fold no shirts
I know he pissed, he tried to unlock my phone and the code don't work, hah
I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
You smell this type of money, your nose is gon' hurt, huh
Toughen up, if you don't, the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gon' work
Writer(s): Tee Romano, Tevin Smith, Destiny Bailey, Ebony Rose Baker, Abdallah Nawar Ahmad
