Oh No lyrics

I see you're watching
It's only got one thing to say

[Hook]
I can’t trust these n*ggas, I can’t trust these hoes, Oh no
I can tell I got these haters p*ssed, I know, I know
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
Oh no

[Verse 1]
I hear what they’re talkin’, I know what they’re sayin’
But n*gga I ain’t worried about sh*t, sh*t
Ridin' 5 deep in that tahoe my n*gga, we pushin’ that dance for a cheque
b*tches keep talkin’, they’re runnin’they mouth
But we know that you ain’t about action
Call up that shot while the prices is low
Cause soon my n*gga we taxin'
She let me beat it, Mike Jackson
n*gga we eatin', you snackin'
Lately be feelin' like a tennis player
Cause n*gga I just got them racks in
All 'bout paper, we flexin
In the cut with your b*tch, relaxin'
Mama Said Chase That Dough (Doe)
And Never Stress Bout No Ho (No)
[Hook]
I can’t trust these n*ggas, I can’t trust these hoes, Oh no ya
I can tell I got these haters p*ssed, I know, I know Uh yeah
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
Oh no


[Verse 2]
n*ggas be talkin’ 'bout all of their money
But all of their money, my n*gga we got it
Don’t need no wallet , I'm fly as a pilot
My n*ggas we outchea, My n*ggas we whylin'
More style than the stylist, Im jumpin ya modest
I’m getting the paper and I dropped out of college
Boy I'm so bout it, they asked who the hottest
I looked in the mirror and almost forgot it
Sike, no I didn't, boy I ‘m so cold
I might need some mittens
Beam me up Scotty ,I’m looking for pippen
You are not getting no money, you trippin'
KOD Monday, this n*gga is tippin'
n*ggas so pus*y, they acting’ like kittens
Dunk on that b*tch boy, I feel like Blake Griffin
Say what you say
But my n*gga, we did it (n*gga we did it)
[Hook]
I can’t trust these n*ggas, I can’t trust these hoes, Oh no yeah
I can tell I got these haters p*ssed, I know, I know
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
I don’t give a damn about none of these n*ggas
I don’t give a damn about none of these b*tches
Oh no