No Love lyrics

[Intro: Vincent Tolan & E-40]
(n*gga, don't act like a b*tch)

[Chorus: YG]
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
No, I ain't got no love for no b*tch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
No, I ain't got no love for no b*tch (You know what my f*ckin' word is)
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
b*tch, you know these b*tches try to trap me off (Chill)
Try catch me front the club when I be backin' off (Ah)
This b*tch got me like Aaliyah, going back and forth (Stupid)
Said, "b*tch, you playin' in my face," and she just laughed it off (Back up)
Never chased a b*tch 'cause I bе chasin' munyun (Really, though)
I don't care wherе we going long as the paper comin' (Where we going?)
We pop up at the spot, we gotta take the gun in (Grrt)
If I fix the b*tch's pipes, she gotta pay for plumbing (Take Cash App)
I can't get jiggy with no broke b*tch (Uh-uh)
When I was young, I was giving b*tches broke di*k (Nasty)
Another chain, a thousand grams like a coke brick (Heavy)
Then take a picture for your 'Gram and make a post, b*tch (Cheese)
If I tell my billy "Get 'em," then my billy got 'em (East side)
Rich Bloods with them M's and we really got 'em (Lotti)
I tell 'em back-to-back, then it's side to side (Really, though)
You n*ggas know what's brackin' 'cause we ride the 5 (Gangsta)
[Chorus: YG]
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
No, I ain't got no love for no b*tch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
No, I ain't got no love for no b*tch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick

[Post-Chorus: Jim Jones]
I'm still a menace in this b*tch, but I'm rich right now (Facts)
They killed your cousin and you actin' like a b*tch right now (b*tch)

[Verse 2: YG]
Ayy, look, 4Hunnid
No love for a b*tch or a b*tch n*gga
f*ck two hoes the same day, I'm a sick n*gga
One-point-eight the garage, I'm a rich n*gga
The Glock got a switch, I think it's gay, it like to hit n*ggas
Treat a woman like a woman, a ho like a ho
If you a ho but you ain't hoin', yo' ass gotta go
In the streets, come and find me, never dodgin' smoke
All B's on the report card, n*gga, honor roll
Drip check, got this sh*t from Dipset
She said you dry as f*ck, I got your b*tch wet
But I don't even f*ck her, she give me lip sex
She let me bust on her face, she's a di*khead
Lamborghini butterfly doors, five hundred
More money 'cause more problems, f*ck it, I want it
b*tch n*gga, push my buttons, we gon' start bustin'
Take that sh*t to trial, let 'em start judgin', f*ck it (Uh-oh)
[Chorus: YG]
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
No, I ain't got no love for no b*tch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
No, I ain't got no love for no b*tch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick

[Post-Chorus: Jim Jones]
I'm still a menace in this b*tch, but I'm rich right now (Facts)
They killed your cousin and you actin' like a b*tch right now (b*tch)

[Outro: Jim Jones]
You know what my f*ckin' word is
Uh, Capo