Yeat - No commënt lyrics

I don't got no comment (Woah, ha, Ginseng)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms
That broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)
They never did no drugs, not a
Day in they life, ha, hey

Got thirteen mill' from the deal
Pockets so real (Ha, yeah)
I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Huh, bitch)
How you faking that you got a
Song with all of these rappers? (What?)
How you faking that you got that
Money but you just a capper?
Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless
Diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'
Yeah, they checking my Feng shui
(Rah) , I don't got nothing
Bitch I'm off the Earth
Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping
They twerk
For sure, I got another M just off the verse
(yeah) pockets swollen, ran up all my bands
I got my bag walked inside the building
Fucked this skank, i fucked this girl
I don't fuck with nobody, not
No one, not two, not
(yeah) pulled up out to Paris, fashion week
(Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)

One thing about me, lil' bitch
I don't care about mentions at all (Ginseng)
What the fuck my pockets on? Bitch
Fuck attention (Dulio, 力を貸して)
Paid my car off in cash
'cause I just felt like it
Pulled up to Paris for the weekend
I just felt like it
I'ma pop back a couple of these
(Sheesh, sheesh) Percs
On sick, bitch, I got disease
(Sheesh, sheesh) yeah, it hurt (Sheesh)
Yeah, how you fucking on a splish?
(Ha, sheesh)
Pulled up with a fucking wig on 'em (Sheesh)
Glock got a fucking switch on it (Sheesh)
Got a new tint, it's 'bout to switch on 'em
(Sheesh)
30 got a fucking clip on it (Sheesh)
And my dick got your bitches lips on it
(Sheesh, Ginseng)
And the drum got a fucking stick on it
(Sheesh)

I don't got no comment (Woah, ha, Ginseng)
I don't got no comment (Woah, ha)
(Dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, bitch, I be touching them Ms
That broke boy quiet (Shh, shh)
They never did no drugs, not a
Day in they life, ha, hey

Got thirteen mill' from the deal
Pockets so real (Ha, yeah)
I don't be fuckin' with nobody (Huh, bitch)
How you faking that you got a
Song with all of these rappers? (What?)
How you faking that you got that
Money but you just a capper?
Yeah, called up Eliantte, flawless
Diamonds off the beach, watch 'em surfin'
Yeah, they checking my Feng shui
(Rah) , I don't got nothing
Bitch I'm off the Earth
Earth, all of my pockets, they jumping
They twerk
For sure, I got another M just off the verse
(yeah) pockets swollen, ran up all my bands
I got my bag walked inside the building
Fucked this skank, i fucked this girl
I don't fuck with nobody, not
No one, not two, not
(yeah) pulled up out to Paris, fashion week
(Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, huh, huh)