No Lackin Lyrics - Singles - Lil Reese

Got all these bands this money im stackin' 

My Squad, Squad. Turn up 

Got all these bands this money im stackin 

300 

Got all these bands this money im stackin 

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin 

Got all these bands this money im stackin 

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin 

Got all these bands this money im stackin 

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin 

Got all these bands this money im stackin 

Bitch im out here in the field so this team no lackin 

Niggas playing games don't even know whats crackin' 

And im out here in the field so this team no lackin' 

Im off the shits i won't stop im crackin' 

Got all these bands this money im stackin 

Ain't playing games you ain't find out whats crackin' 

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We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin' 

Race to the money im speeding like a rabbit 

Got a lot of money try to take what im having 

You get clapped up and thats faster than a rabbit 

You get clapped up-- 

On 64th bitch we whats happenin' 

Try to come through you get clapped with the mac 

300 shit bitch i been a savage 

He reached for it thats a dead body 

Elmer Fud double pound shotty 

My neck rocky and im off of molly 

My bitch bad with a buffet body 

Young nigga shoot that in a body 

All these bands got a nigga cocky 

Trapped in a club mothafucka 

Lil Reese get em 

Man down let the piece hit em 

Do it broadway and police with em' 

Yellow tape let the streets get em' 

Chalk him out 

White sheet denim 

Bow bow im bustin' at em 

Im ballin hard no NBA 

My bitch a diamond 

Lisa Raye 

Spent 20k at least a day 

Photos 

Do it weekends nigga i do it everyday 

She with me she go everyway 

Count this money till my fingers hurt 

When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt 

Selling dope we ain't got to work 

Real nigga no tight shirt 

My gun dont work i got a knife 

You disrespect im doing life 

Lotta paper bring a lot of haters 

Capiche 

And the more you make 

Will be the more you make 

It ain't sweet (no) 

Well i do me (f'sho) 

Will i lose sleep (i dunno) 

If i fall down before they start counting back 

On my feet 

Lets go 

Its that flyraq meet chiraq 

Theres no contest with their flow 

All of my hairs out 

With young dreadlocks 

Couple real niggas from the go 

Like i said in one song 

Life is lame with no goals 

Barely brag about dope 

Whenever i dont you niggas ignore 

Chop be cooking that crack 

And talking hard rock 

And talking that snow 

Chop will send me that track 

I send that shit back 

Back of that hurst 

Trapping something i know 

Something i did 

Just keeping it real 

As a matter of fact 

You never moved crack 

But knowing yall routes 

Prolly throw a brick bitch