Summrs – No Really Lyrics

No Really Lyrics by Summrs

[Intro]
Chasin’ the money

[Verse]
You would not get in that car with me, don’t want apology
Bitch, I’m a prodigy, said “Bitch, don’t lie to me”
Stuffin’ my Prada jeans, mama is proud of me
Niggas wanna copy me, and there ain’t no stoppin’ me, yeah
At your head with this bitch like a fitted
I’m clutchin’ a fifty, or it be a switchy
It’s never a smitty
Don’t show me no pity, bitch, show me your titties
When I’m in the city, rockin’ Number (N)ine Mickey, I mix with Givenchy
Callin’ me papi when I be up in it
My brothers they prayin’ with they flag on ’em before they go spin it
Shit can get serious (Yeah)
This bitch said I’m broke, likе bitch is you serious
Lil’ bitch you delirious
I’m lucifer child, whеn I look in the mirror
I’m off of this red, I got on my Baguettes
Last year, I went and bought a Patek
This year, I went and bought a Piguet
I’m off the of fuckin’ Monnet Congnac
This bitch neck game worth my sex (Yeah)
I got a [?] out back
And I’m locked in with the Mexicans, cartel niggas will cut off your neck
And I’m thinkin’ ’bout tradin’ in the S560 for a fuckin’ ‘Vette
You tried to play wit’ me last year, now your friend fuckin’ me, that’s what you get (Uh)
I just brought a Maybach on your pussy ass
I got them snakes in my grass, had to cut them off now I’m on they ass (Yeah, yeah)
And I’m drivin’ that car fast, I just spilled drank on my desk
Now this bitch a fuckin’ red Maybach (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain’t mean to do you like that
I was in the field back doin’ bad (Yeah, yeah)
And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash
I’m finna take your ass to Saks (Yeah, yeah)
I’m a big dog, give me that cat, I’ll put thirty racks in you bae
Show you I fuck with you like that (Yeah, yeah)
Friendly niggas tryna catch me down bad I’ma put that .45 on your ass
And we gon’ do it just like that (Yeah, yeah)
Know my diamonds in my mouth make that fuckin’ pussy wet
And you know this shit ain’t no stress (Yeah, yeah)
This shit pure, it’s all fuckin’ facts, like some cocaine or some crack, lil’ bitch I told you I’m really that
[Outro]
Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain’t mean to do you like that
I was in the field back doin’ bad (Yeah, yeah)
And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash
I’m finna take your ass to Saks (Yeah, yeah)