Tre Lavish - No Cheeks Lyrics

We just had a show, oh my god we turnt it up
And I'm mad we had to go, whole squad couldn't enough
All my niggas we some big dawgs, we gnawn on lil pups
You know my pockets be like Rick Ross, on god they thick as f*ck
On god they thick as f*ck, My mindset rich as f*ck
Bitch we gon' run it up, I'm out here pistol tucked
I'ma run this spinley till I get a Bentley truck
Dressed up in a killin' till I turn my niggas up
Oh, I'ma really rock the show
Run me up a 100 bags then go cop a boat
Nigga, I'ma bag a zip up, then go bag ya hoe
And we crashin' on the party and we crashin on the floor
After that show, I ain't want no cheeks, I hit that studio
Top floor, NYC penthouse, my niggas had a toast
On god, we gon' turn that stage up, then go do the most
I ride from Miami to LA, go coast to coast
After that show, I ain't want no cheeks, I hit that studio
Top floor, NYC penthouse, my niggas had a toast
On god, we gon' turn that stage up, then go do the most
I ride from Miami to LA, go coast to coast
After that show, I ain't want no cheeks, I hit that studio
Top floor, NYC penthouse, my niggas had a toast
On god, we gon' turn that stage up, then go do the most
I ride from Miami to LA, go coast to coast
After that show, I ain't want no cheeks, I hit that studio
Top floor, NYC penthouse, my niggas had a toast
On god, we gon' turn that stage up, then go do the most
I ride from Miami to LA, go coast to coast
Bitch we gon' roll the roll, and Ima buy a boat
She really think I love her cause she know my horoscope
And that ain't my hoe, yeah that she fine though
And she ain't my main bitch and I made her my side hoe
I'm spittin' these flows in public
Know I'm with all the f*ck shit, but I ain't goin' for nothin
I got the cream and it's Russian, wait, she lookin' at me, I know that she bussin
She's tell me no one time, I promise right now I wouldn't even touch her
You know them niggas "not like us", man, shout out DJ Mustard
Give me that ball, I'ma hike right up, man, shout out Julian Tucker
Man, give me that sack, I'ma run right up, man, shout out Goddamn Rutgers
I see you hating in that corner, you a lame motherf*cker
And you know I'm a young stunna ima keep it coming
After that show, I ain't want no cheeks, I hit that studio
Top floor, NYC penthouse, my niggas had a toast
On god, we gon' turn that stage up, then go do the most
I ride from Miami to LA, go coast to coast
After that show, I ain't want no cheeks, I hit that studio
Top floor, NYC penthouse, my niggas had a toast
On god, we gon' turn that stage up, then go do the most
I ride from Miami to LA, go coast to coast