Future - No Wallet lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Future - No Wallet lyrics]

I got the cash in my pocket
Right now and it's folded up
Ain't got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I
Pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery
Keepin' a pole on me if it's a problem
Bitch, don't spit on me
If you gone hit on me you gotta swallow

You already know the niggas that roll
With me ain't nothing but robbers
You already seeing this ice that I got on
It's looking like water
'Cause already knowing this Audemar cost
Me like two quarters
Already knowing we jumpin on the plane
We gettin' the charter
You already knowin' I gotta get paid
So send my deposit
I seen the smoke, it was rising
Burn down the house, I was vibing
Come through the hood, I was sliding
A nigga be dead if he try me
Got a beautiful chick sitting beside me
I came from the creek, it was violent
Police in the street tryna find me
You put me on charts and I climb 'em
I was ducking them narcs, I was grinding
Now I jump 'cross the stage like I'm flying
I go harder and harder with timing
I'm just filling the void, I can't hide it
I'm just taking the poison and I know it
I got way too much money to show it

I got the cash in my pocket
Right now and it's folded up
Ain't got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I
Pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery
Keepin' a pole on me if it's a problem
Bitch, don't spit on me
If you gon' hit on me you gotta swallow

Bitch if I hit on you you gotta
Worship me like I'm your father
My bitch know every time we go out
Shopping I spend over a quarter
Big pole, sippin' and whippin' the gold
You know how I'm vibing
Sitting low, high in the back
When I pull up the Maybach be gliding
You see how I came with that
Dolce, I pulled up on low
My diamonds gon' cloudy
This big gasoline when I roll up
Them V12 machine when I roll up
Pineapple pink when I roll up
Just try not to faint when I roll up
Step in the paint like I 'post up
Hopped off the train and I growed up
I was catchin' the MARTA and growed up
When I pull out garage, the door's up
I pull out a four door and chauffeur
The Lambo a topic, don't fold up
Stop all the faking and posers
I'm the only one slangin' that raw dust
Your homies playin' with that raw 'tuss
We spend our own money, it's all us

I got the cash in my pocket
Right now and it's folded up
Ain't got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I
Pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery
Keepin' a pole on me if it's a problem
Bitch, don't spit on me
If you gon hit on me you gotta swallow
I got the cash in my pocket
Right now and it's folded up
Ain't got no wallet
I order Ace of Spades cause when I
Pour up I drink out the bottle
Cash on delivery
Keepin' a pole on me if it's a problem
Bitch, don't spit on me
If you gon hit on me you gotta swallow

Police in the street tryna find me
You put me on charts and I climb 'em
I was ducking them narcs, I was grindin'
Now I jump 'cross the stage like I'm flying
I go harder and harder with timing
I'm just filling the void, I can't hide it
I'm just taking the poison and I know it
I got way too much money to show it

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