No Romance Without Finance - Chris Crack

She had my mind gone

Bootleg Louis bag

Listening to pine cones define strong

Ranch dressing call it rhinestone

The waitress called it minestrone

I can’t make this up, I hate the bus but I don’t wanna be at target

Excuse me pardon huh

I’m on the plane got some neck in the charger

Back in the days we was babies havin' babies

Life was crazy white man can’t save us

This ain’t no Aesop fable

What she bring to the table?

nothing

I can’t love you past that or I’m buggin'

It ain’t the money people never change

Opposite of skittles like a renegade

Show them how to demonstrate

To set the tone don’t hit the phone

They In bed with these politicians

Nan here their moans

Nobody pays attention or listens to your lyrics jones

Or hear your songs

I was just minding my bidness why’ll you cheered them on

Damn, what you gass em up I’m tryna help you out

You lose a couple fool niggas to gain a couple new niggas

Yeah its only right that I do it

And your bitch was still choosing I kept cruising

I’m a Mac in time, capture eyes

We don’t pack the nines with the wack designs

He bad as I and I’m gonna slap his guy

Was born on the trapper side

The pump blast the hole look like a tractor tire

Fake thugs was straight pretendin' he forgot his lines

And they was shooting across the street nigga get back inside

Ugh