Flo Milli, Trina, Maiya The Don, J.K. Mac - No Love Shemix lyrics

Grr, Run It Up

Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)
She tryna fuck sumn all on my trap phone
Slide if you want to way that you talking
You finna leave with yo' back blown

He callin' my shit like (Huh?)
Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello?)
I done went ghost, now he all alone (Bye)
Bet he tryna see what that P like
I told that nigga
"Speak to them greenlights"
I can't stop until I hear a moan
We get together, don't answer the phone
(Put it down)
They be trippin' like, baby, we grown
Baby, we grown
They sayin' "Yo' bitch perfect" (Hello?)
You get to spinnin' thе block, they hurtin'
Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist
Don't hit from thе back
I'm pretty in the face
Okay, I just been holdin' my weight
And believin' a bitch tryna eat off my plate
Okay, tryna cross me, I'ma give you a taste
He wanna save a ho, give him a cake
I know these hoes wanna be me
Blue face bands to the bank, I'm a Keke
Shittin' on hoes 'cause, I can and it please
Me
Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky
(O oh) ayy, white toes, Malasian on a bundle
He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda
I just wake up and think about the hundos
I can't go back and forth
With a nigga that's fine
But it ain't no love in this bitch (No love)
Hop out with JK
My nigga be poppin' this shit
I always knew I would be rich
I came from the bottom now I'm
At the top of they list
I tell a ho she can dip (Bye)
Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip
He wanna go on a trip when I hop on it
I hope he can handle this cunt

Callin' my shit like
Let me pick it up, let me get right
Yeah, yeah, callin' my shit like
Let me pick it up, let me get right

I'm fuckin' some hoes, no problem
(No problem)
These all black pumps got red at the bottom
(yeah) yeah, I'm from Brooklyn
But, I'm good on all hoods
From Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn)
Ain't no competition
I'm lookin' a bum and you fit the description
Clutch on my wrist, watch how it glisten
It's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow)
Any bitch step to me get stepped on
(Stepped on) seven-figure talk just to fuck
With the big Don (yeah)
I pop shit through my big
Ones, take a whole salary
Ice out my left arm (Ice, ice)
Tell a ho, "Google me, " I been that girl
This attention ain't new to me
Shorty subtweetin' and won't say my name
(Pussy)
Put an at on it since I don't do ambiguity
Bitches is boring, respectfully
I say what I want and
Ain't nobody checkin' me
Why would you watch me from fake pages?
(Huh?) admit it, lil' bitch
You high-key obsessed with me
Rich bitch status, you know my swag is
Iced out diamonds, low mein jackets
I'm the biggest, you play me again
I broke the record for shittin' on bitches

Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on)
She tryna fuck sumn all on my trap phone
Slide if you want to way that you talking
You finna leave with yo' back blown

Callin' my shit, I'm like, "Hold on"
(Hold on) i ain't in the states
I'm in Paris gettin' swiped on
Gettin' fucked on
Makin' yo' nigga wine and dine
Me 'til them racks gone
A badass bitch with a strobe light wrist
Since I hopped off the porch
I've been that bitch
She say she hotter, she don't exist
No bitch standing next to this, uh
I'm hotter than lava (yeah)
Let's keep it real, bitch, I been a problem
She doing a dash, she back in her bag
And all that she after is commas
She don't do the drama (Nah)
Stay in your lane
You don't wanna wake up my other persona
I don't do rappin', gon' need you a donor
This bitch in a coma smell the aroma
Can't breathe, bitch
'cause I'm fuckin' ammonia
Then the pneumonia
Bring in the body bag, throw a sheet on her
Then do a quickie
Call up a nigga and slip him a mickey
Give him a hickey while he up in me
And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me
(Ha ha ha) callin' my shit like
It ain't no love in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, callin' my shit like
It ain't no love in this bitch
I done went ghost, now he all alone
Bet he tryna see what that P like
Tell a nigga he can dip