Lil Wayne, Juelz Santana, DJ Keyz - No More lyrics

No more lying friends

Wanting tragic ends though they do pretend
They won't go when I go

I'ma go by myself, I come in by myself
So I guess it's all about
Me and it's fuck you

Come on home biscuit, for man's sake
No more fake hugs and handshakes
Stand straight, you sweeter than a pancake
Me, I'm trying to get that
Green like the landscape
As for my team, originate
See what I gotta say can't wait
I demand cake
Gotta eat, keep the family straight
They all holding out they hands and plates
Yeah, Wayne's from a place called Hollygrove
From the bottom of the globe area code 5-0-4
Be hero Joe and I zero in with
The Eagle and there'll be no him
I don't need no help, I don't need no homie
I don't need nobody - nigga, I got money
Nigga, I got heart to go along with the guns
Call me Weezy F baby, I be
By myself when I cum, yeah

I don't need 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't trust 'em
So mothafucka I was born by myself
With my dick in my hand
With my mind on a million dollar plan
Now baby
You are looking at the million dollar man
And I'ma die alone, so alone I stand

The only passenger in my coupe with two seats
Damn, what is it Holmes? Ya boy's breath soft
Air fake, I can feel the silicone
You're all a bunch of Pamela Andersons

And it seems like my day one niggas
Ain't acting like day one niggas
I ain't changed, I just came up, niggas
And trust me when I say I ain't put
The streets down or them things up, nigga
Bring the Phantom through the hood
I ain't fronting on y'all
Just tryna let you know it's
Bigger than the corner, my dog
I ain't playing basketball
But I'm ballin' for sure

The rims may offend you on
The shit I slide into
Fuck you, send ya to the desert
Tell ya be cool ahem, hold on the pistols
Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo
Sittin' at the corner, lookin' like a owner
Talkin' to the owner, yeah my price goin' up
All in the strip club, never get a boner
Only get hard for dough, I'm Homer
And you're a Simpson, and I'm a pimp, son
And she ain't comin' to the
Crib 'til her friend come
We gettin' money over here
You need to get some
Out comes the cold steel for my income

Out comes the cold steel for my victims
Born alone, die alone
But you could die with them
Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman
Bad chick by my side, video vixen
Ya might fly to LA just to shop at Kit'son
Thousand dollar hoodies
I'm pickin' up about fifteen
That's about fifteen thousand, I'm trickin'

Swarovski crystals, Great China Wall
And my money run longer than
The Great China Wall
And my pockets is Mediterranean Sea deep