No Sunshine - French Montana, Chinx Drugz, Prodigy

Man, I remember growing up

Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars

I see nobody there

Now I hope you fuck niggas get better

Stop my team no never

We gon' be here

Countin' all this cash, my niggas all in here

You ain’t gotta ask

We been ballin' all year, oohhh

Cause ain’t no sunshine when your cheese gone

When your cheese gone, ooohh

Money be the root of evil

Hanging on the block with dirty eagle

Around fiends with dirty needles

The lawyers fee so they never keep you

A broken dreams what them niggas feed you

Watch the game from the tour, thats 4 seats

Act like they never knew you but they all speak

Rain wrist, watch and chain thats a 4 piece

Seen murders so bad they needed 4 sheets

Satisfaction when I made his head spin

A 57 spun and made him do the backspin

My pipe smoke more than the crackheads

Biv him up to God he then high as permanent

Ain’t no sunshine when the money gone

Me and my wrist shinin', about 20 homes

Had 40 homies, about 20 gone

Niggas buying cars taking out 20 loans

Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large

Figured Id stay around longer and make a couple Ms

Drunk, hissy niggas hold me while I stumble off

Niggas hating so hard, I need 20 tips

Yeah, bird niggas just food for my desert eagle

Eat till it’s all gone, there’s no running to the people

Nightmares, cold sweats, I’m trippin'

My worst fear is being broke like you, its forbidden

Its forbidden I be in cold sittin'

Pole spendin' with the hustle, made a pole lift

A reason why your ho missin'

In the crib with no clothes cuz the niggas crib for poes listed

40 long nose, Scott Pippen

Start fishin' Water blue seats

Top missing

Count money, breaking down

Work the same motion

Shark in the tank, small fish in the ocean

Collect calls from the pens, talkin' through receivers

Now a nigga done blew up like hiroshima

Wide body, blowin' Cali, rollin' through Medina

'bout 100 racks soaking in the jewellery cleaner

Try your hardest not to snitch

But you been subpoenaed

3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season

Collect calls from the pens, talking through the glass

Cos I ran up in your crib, talking through a mask

Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe

Dirty New York niggas, get that dough like

The fuck else is there to do?

Fuck a dumb bitch, I’m gettin dumb rich

Making power moves

Keep my piss clean, so I never get kept

With parole, piss means to much to miss

Out here in the fast

You must be shittin' me

I’m way to champagne

I hope you fuck niggas get better

Stop my team no never

You niggas gon' be here

Countin' all this cash, my niggas all in here

You ain’t gotta ask

Niggas been ballin' all year

Ain’t no sunshine when your cheese gone

When your cheese gone, ooohh

Uh-oh

Ay, you know who you real niggas is

When you’re down to your last 5 dollars and you get that

4 dollar nickel bag and a dutch

It’s some nasty shit

On the flip side of the coin

You know what what a real nigga is

When he get some real money

And that’s how you show me how you really flip

Ya know what I mean?

Back at the end of the day

Lot of these niggas wasn’t ballin before they started rappin

And a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballin

Coke boys baby

From the back blocks for real