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点击复制No Sunshine(prod Dollarz) - French Montana
Man I remember growing up
Well you know living my last 5 dollars
I see nobody there
Now I hope these f**k niggas get better
Start my tino nella
You niggas gonna need him
Counting all the cash my niggas all in here
You ain't gotta ask
We been balling all year
Uh cause ain't no sunshine when your cheese gone
When your cheese gone
Money be the root of evil
Hanging on the block with dirty eagle
Around fiends with dirty needles
The lawyers fee so they never keep you
Broken dreams what the niggas feed you
Watch the game from the tour that's 4 seats
Act like they never knew you now they all speak
Rain wrist watch and chain that's a 4 piece
Seen murder so bad they needed 4 sheets
Satisfaction when I made his head spin
A 57 spun it made him do the back spin
My pipe smoke more than the crack heads
Biv him up to God he then high as permanent
Ain't no sunshine when the money gone
Me and my wrist shinin about 20 homes
Had 40 homies about 20 gone
Niggas buying cars taking out 20 loans
Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large
Figured I'd stay around longer and make a couple M's
Drunk hissy niggas hold me while I stumble of
You niggas hatin so hard I need 20 tips
Yea bird niggas just food for my Desert Eagle
Eat til it's all gone there's no running to the people
Nightmares cold sweats I'm trippin
My worst fear is being broke like you it's forbidden
It's forbidden I be in the cold stuntin
Pole spendin with the hustle made a pole lift
The reason why you held measure
In the crib with no clothes cause the ni**a crib for poes listed
40 long nose Scott Pippen
Start fishin where the blue seats Top missin
Count money breakin down we're the same motion
Shark in the tank a small fish in the ocean
Collect calls from the pimps talking through receivers
Now a ni**a done blew up like Hiroshima
Why body blowin Cali rollin through Medina
Bout a hundred racks soakin in the joint cleaner
Try your hardest not to snitch but your b**ch subpoenaed
3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season
Collect calls from the pimps talking through the glass
Cause I ran up in yo crib talkin through a mass
Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe
Dirty New York niggas get that dough like
The f**k else is they to do
F**k a dumb b**ch and getting dumb rich making fowl moves
Keep my pits clean so I never get kept
With parole kiss me it's too much to miss
Out here in the fast lane
You must be shittin me
I wait til champagne
Now I hope these f**k niggas get better
Start my tino nella
You niggas gonna need him
Counting all the cash my niggas all in here
You ain't gotta ask
Niggas been balling all year
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
When she's gone gone
Aye
You know you know who you real niggas is
When you're down to your last 5 dollars and you get that
4 dollar nickel bag and a dozen
It's some nasty sh*t
On the flip side of the coin
You know what
What a real ni**a is
When he did some real money
And that's how you show me how you really flip
Ya know what I mean
Back at the end of the day
Lot of these niggas wasn't ballin before they started rappin
And a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballin
Coke boys baby
From the back blocks for real