JackSounds & Cashus Knight - No Company

(Rockstar)
(Huh)
(JackSounds)
(Get your, uh)
(Peesh, uh)
(Peesh, uh)
(Yeah)
(Peesh, uh)
(Yeah)
(Pray for, uh)
(Right me, psych, uh)
(Pipe it right)

Know these bitches tryna come for me (Yeah, yeah)
Honestly, I don't even need your company (Need your company, yeah, yeah)
Truthfully
Getting money, shit is usual
Used to it, on the scene, you can't elude the shit (Used to it, whoa)

Know these bitches tryna come for me (Come for me, yeah)
Honestly, I don't even need your company (Need your company, yeah)
Truthfully
Getting money, shit is usual (Whoa)
Used to it, on the scene, you can't elude the shit (Whoa)

I'm saucy, got me feeling like a monster, uh (Got me feeling like a, huh, huh)
I'm off it, serving like your local doctor, uh (Whip it)
Savages, I've been loading up the roster (Huh, gang, I've been loading up the roster)
On my partner, I've been smoking like a Rasta (Smoking like a Rasta)

We ain't got no break time (No, no)
Never stopping like they cut the brake lines (Never stopping, whoa)
No time, gotta make time
Keeping shit from going haywire (Yeah, yeah)
(What else?, What else?)
Yeah (Huh)
Never backfires, I'm just making sure the bag gets stacked higher

Said enough, all these hundreds are enough (Whoa)
Call your bluff, why're you always acting tough? (Ooh, whoa)
Seven G's, light it up and let me breathe
Coke please, I've been dashing on the skis (Ooh, yeah)
Spin around, they can't see me through the tint (Ooh, yeah, ahh)
See the clouds, feel the goosebumps on your skin (Yeah, yeah)
I got rings on my fingers 'cause I win (Yeah)
(Fuck up a check and then get some more, I might do both)

Know these bitches tryna come for me (Whoa, whoa)
Honestly, I don't even need your company (Yeah, yeah)
Truthfully
Getting money, shit is usual (Swing it, swing it)
Used to it, on the scene, you can't elude the shit (Whoa)

Know these bitches tryna come for me (Yeah, yeah)
Honestly, I don't even need your company (Huh, yeah, yeah, splash)
Truthfully (Yeah)
Getting money, shit is usual (Whoo, whoo)
Used to it, on the scene, you can't elude the shit (Whoa, brr)

(Yeah)
Put in the work, I don't stress it, I know it gon' show (Work, gang, whoa, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
We get it popping and still keep our shit on the low (Yeah, yeah, whoo, splash, popping)
It's only up and I got it, I'm seeing the growth (Whoa, phew, grow)
Fuck up a check and then get some more, I might do both (Yeah)

Crazy, I know when to pick up the phone
It was just me and the friends (It was, brr, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I had to fuck with the twins, so easy
I might just call 'em again (Get 'em, yeah)
Might do 'em greezy, balling so easy
Now I'ma throw on a champ (Aye, yeah)
Diamonds are VVS's, might make 'em queazy
They weigh a ton on the hand

Written by:
Jack Previte, Travice Thomas

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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