Dess Dior - No Service Lyrics

(Romano)

I feel far away from home, my phone don't work
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
Ha, I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, yo' nose gon' hurt
Toughen up, if you don't the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gone work

I'm one of them, who gone tell me that I'm not?
She think she that, who gone 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've forgot
Flyin' private with them racks in my Birkin
Yeah, she throwin' shade, think she pressed it ain't workin'
This the type of motion that 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

I feel far away from home, my phone don't work
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
Ha, I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, yo' nose gon' hurt
Toughen up, if you don't the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gone work

F*ck you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I left you in the DM?
Baby mama trippin', I ain't even tryna see him
It ain't my fault he 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 could f*ck with her, but you could never f*ck with me
I get just what I want and that nigga pay the fee
The way I back it up and dump it, drop it on that D

I feel far away from home, my phone don't work
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
Ha, I know if I leave him now, his soul gon' hurt
If you smell this type of money, yo' nose gon' hurt
Toughen up, if you don't the words gon' hurt
She don't need no dick, the rose gone work