No Shame - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ayy, fuck 'em up, Dior)

Had to do this shit with class, I can't go out lookin' sad

I'm just tryna make it last, give a fuck about your past

My Uber driver popped an X, I'm just hopin' we don't crash

Call her when I need some sex, 'cause I only talk the bag

Wrap that shit up in a glad, like Kane

She said she loved me, she just knew my name, for fame

But if I buy you this new diamond ring and chain

Will then I be the one that you gon' call? No shame

I swear to God these bitches gonna drive me insane, take Biscotti to the brain

We evolve but don't change, bitch, I'm dirty chef romaine

Baby, just wait until this Distro' check hit, I swear to God we'll be rich

No Abercrombie and Fitch, we 'bout to hit the Ruth Chris

And then do something we regret, you wanna tell-fare, that's a bet

She wanna leave but he in debt, I'm high as fuck just like Tibet

I keep my distance from these hoes, you could say I space the floor

Ridin' 'round with Josh McRoberts, in the clip, I carry four

I get sad when I'm on tour, like Teejayx6

He play games, no Tetris, get that money, flex bricks

I'm done with your damn tricks, bitch, why you standin' there with your hand out?

She know that she gon' get flown out, that's why she takin' her phone out