No Budget - Intellectual

[Intro]

(No I don’t ball on no budget, no I don’t ball on no budget)

Shawty Fresh on the track

You know I come up with this shit without trying to it, you know what I’m saying?

Periodic

(Zone 6, turn up)

[Chorus]

Fell in love with that cash (cash), the first time I touched it (touched it)

I’m popping the tags

I bought me a jag, I bought me a Cutlass (woah)

My future look lovely

These pussy ass niggas lame hoes, can’t be trusted (pussy)

It’s deeper than rap, I don’t ball on a budget

No I don’t ball on no budget (no)

No I don’t ball on no budget (no sir)

No I don’t ball on no budget

No I don’t ball on no budget (I swear)

No I don’t ball on no budget (get it)

[Verse 1]

I’m stepping on numbers, ain’t budging

You look like them folks

Oh no, oh no, no I ain’t serving you nothing

You said you were solid, I knew you were bluffing

You niggas ain’t really bout nothing

I kick the truth when I’m in the booth

No, no, I don’t do no assumptions

I got some troops

She fucking with Fool

My niggas goin’ shoot up the function

Interior look like a pumpkin

I’m thumbing through hundreds, it’s constant

Ain’t bout no money then it’s nonsense

Your baby momma work the pack for me

Shawty Fresh did the track for me

Zone 3, StreetMoneySlab, shout out to him, my trap bumping

New swag I’ma sprinkle it

New sauce, got crazy drip

I’m a boss from the Zone 6

Find somebody else to play with

Kicking shit like I do karate

Spend a whole brick in a day shift

Pop a wheelie on a Kawasaki

Then go and blow a 20 off at Phipp’s

[Chorus]

Fell in love with that cash (cash), the first time I touched it (touched it)

I’m popping the tags

I bought me a jag, I bought me a Cutlass (woah)

My future look lovely

These pussy ass niggas lame hoes, can’t be trusted (pussy)

It’s deeper than rap, I don’t ball on a budget

No I don’t ball on no budget (no)

No I don’t ball on no budget (no sir)

No I don’t ball on no budget

No I don’t ball on no budget (I swear)

No I don’t ball on no budget (get it)

[Verse 2]

No I don’t ball on no budget

Ran off on that nigga like ‘Fuck it’

I’m stuffing my pocket with hundreds

I’m politicking like I work for the congress

I’m just being honest

But Cartier gang the committee

I’m tryna run up me a ticket

So I get my momma a 50

(Porsche 911), I’m whipping that bitch like I’m Ricky (Bobby)

I’m coming from jumping on fences

It seemed like them times were endless

Hey, now I got 5-star bitches

Living like a rockstar living

(Who you with?)

Whoa mane gotta handle my business

[Chorus]

Fell in love with that cash (cash), the first time I touched it (touched it)

I’m popping the tags

I bought me a jag, I bought me a Cutlass (woah)

My future look lovely

These pussy ass niggas lame hoes, can’t be trusted (pussy)

It’s deeper than rap, I don’t ball on a budget

No I don’t ball on no budget (no)

No I don’t ball on no budget (no sir)

No I don’t ball on no budget

No I don’t ball on no budget (I swear)

No I don’t ball on no budget (get it)