No Shame - Miraa May

Get money

Get money

Do good shit with it, yeah

Didn’t come from a lot

Had to work my way up

Had to stack my cake up

Had to make my paper

You can bet I won’t stop

I’m a money maker

Bet they wanna see my money maker

Won’t chase a man 'cause I’m a money chaser

Hold on, hold on now, I ain’t got the time to sit around

Hold on now, don’t you fall 'cause I can’t be the one to hold you down

Girls like me, we never come from a lot

Get gwop

I’ma take it all on

I know

You feel my heart in my tone

Heart’s froze

Like my stones on my neck

I’m all alone

I want the coup range

Drop top

Switching lanes

Cooking up like my name Benihana

Nobu in the summer and the winter

I got no shame

Propane

Gassed up

Light you up, little flame

Don’t you know you fuckin' with a winner?

How could you know you fucking with a winner?

'Cause you ain’t never winning no you never winning nothing

Coming with your big talk, big man, beg you do suttin', yeah

Big bank take lil' bank but I’ma take your whole budget and you can’t do nothing

Watch me

Feels good to be all alone I’m right at home

My account got friends and they all O’s

And my bitches be balling hard like all my bros

You only got opinions no goals

I remember when my mama used to cry in the night

Sacrifice and pain been runnin' wild in the night

Now I’m worldwide, I be taking flights in the night

Get on my knees praise God every night

But it’s still on sight if you fuck with mines

I ain’t got the time but I swear I’ll find the time

Worked too, hard sleepless nights

Only sleep when it’s right

Speak that shit into ya life, trust

I want the coup range

Drop top

Switching lanes

Cooking up like my name Benihana

Nobu in the summer and the winter

I got no shame

Propane

Gassed up

Light you up, little flame

Don’t you know you fuckin' with a winner?

How could you know you fucking with a winner?

I want the coup range

Drop top

Switching lanes

Cooking up like my name Benihana

Nobu in the summer and the winter

I got no shame

Propane

Gassed up

Light you up, little flame

Don’t you know you fuckin' with a winner?

How could you know you fucking with a winner?

Beat the statistics man I should have been dead

Or in a place where I can’t get out my head

Instead I’m strong and I be making my bread

It’s my destiny

Bitch