No Reason Lyrics - Singles - Dj Mustard

100 bottles in the club for no reason 

Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 

100 bottles in the club for no reason 

Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 

100 bottles in the club for no reason 

100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason 

Niggas start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 

I'm in that (?) smokin' like a Marley 

(?) so loud soundin' like a Harley 

(?) in my hand but it ain't a phony 

Nobody get shot then it ain't a party 

Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt 

I'm at the road dealer, I don't need help 

And the shit that I'm packin' make the seat melt 

(?) ridin' shotgun on the seatbelt 

My doors open up backwards, no way 

No use talkin' like you still fuck with Jose 

(?) got some bad bitches fuckin' with my Fungsway 

So much rose gold, got thorns on it 

Half a million dollar car for no reason 

And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons 

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I'mma ball on you niggas, I'm takin' all of they bitches 

Now they see they can't be us, try to fly with us nigga 

No facade my nigga, I'm zero tolerance nigga 

Over two things, my folks and economy nigga 

Niggas gotta be kiddin', don't ever challenge me nigga 

Got a fucked up ass temper, I'd prolly kill 'em 

And I ain't the one to start it but I'd prolly finish 

If I don't send him to the grave then it's probably the dentist 

Look ya'll niggas should prolly listen 

All I'm speakin' is real shit, I should start a religion 

Ya'll lookin' like ya'll all on your feelin's 

When you see us in the club, all these bottles and bitches 

Fuck it, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace 

I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe 

'Bout to pull it out and drop money on the (?) 

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They call me R motherfucker 

If you with your broad you should cuff her 

I saw my momma I'mma need three feet 

Cause these bitches want pictures, niggas want somethin' free 

Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey 

Slow poke, Joe Clark, nigga lean on me 

Crushin' only codeine, I be flirtin' with the fuego 

100 bottles, can't even see the table 

Dope fiend, a nigga screamin' out the label 

Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll 

Hanging off the roof like what's up with that bitch 

Suckin' me and niggas (?), you in love with that bitch 

Niggas die for a lick, shots till we equal 

I made it out the sand but it's still (?) Pedro 

I'm (?)