No Stones (feat. Casey Veggies)

Lyricist: Casey Veggies & Kid Ink    Composer: Casey Veggies & Kid Ink

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Ooh
Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different
I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)
Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)
We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

Yeah, that's a flex (That's a flex)
Papi got them flockin' out the nest (Brr, oh)
You can tell the vibe from how I dress (How I dress)
Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ayy)
Hundred shots like Dolph
Quarter pound on deck
Break bread wit' my dawg
Told the nigga, "You next" (You next)
I flooded the Rollie (Rollie), but not the Patek
Heard you been running your mouth
Watch how I run up a check (Check)
Took my baby shoppin', I might do a lil' too
Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, "Do what you do"
We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew
Finally caught my groove, forever this the move

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different
I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)
Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)
We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

Yeah
I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah
I can tell they really don't love me, ahh, yeah
I done ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah
These niggas mad, ain't gettin' no money, ahh, yeah (Sad)
They lookin' sad while I laugh to the bank
You see a bad one but I make her faint
I got some rain like we came in the tank (For real)
I stayed down up in this game
I done seen real niggas go insane
I can tell they don't feel my pain
I get the cash in a whole 'nother lane
I got the money and said, "Fuck the fame"
Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain
Lil' shawty want me to make her my main
Baby so different, I'm feelin' insane
I might just plain Jane that Patek
When I touch, she gon' get wet
When I leave, she get upset
When I get back, she know what's next
Ain't no flex

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different
I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek (In my Patek)
Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)
Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex, sex)
We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning (Uh)