No 808’s Songtext

von A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Let′s ride together
Would you jump if they told you that we can fly together?
It gets lonely on my side, but that's just my perspective
Runnin′ out of things to say whenever the calls collective
Ooh, what a mood, she pull up with no bra under
I buy her Jimmy Choo, she do that shit with all her effort
M.I.A. with you and your friend out here in Club E11EVEN
In the spot we be too deep, we need just one more section

I don't need no 808s to go crazy
I don't wanna be the one to waste your time
You′re the one that told me not to let the money change me
Baby, every other million, that shit crosses my mind
When you with me baby, you don′t need, need an AC
VVSs touch your body, feels just like ice
You know what it is outside with my gang
We–, mm, look

And everything I do is for her
Everything I–, hm-mm
And you know you're my mood, but
Mood, what a mood

You put it locked up, but you still right back to Artist status
Thought I was sleepin′ through, but no matter what, we still countin' together
I love bein′ rich, but I been missin' when we was poor together
′Member runnin' up in Raleigh, stealin' from stores together
I do cuttin′ through traffic, and all these foreigns better

You needed a shoulder to cry on, so I bought this Chrome Heart sweater (Chrome Heart sweater)
And I was fiendin′ for that pussy, I made a whole song to get it
And they all gon' want that bitch after they see Artist with her

I don′t need no 808s to go crazy
I don't wanna be the one to waste your time
You′re the one that told me not to let the money change me
Baby, every other million, that shit crosses my mind
When you with me baby, you don't need, need an AC
VVSs touch your body, feels just like ice
You know what it is outside with my gang
We–, mm, look

And my heart′s on fire
Why you tryna fight fire with fire?
You know I'm a big dawg around my way
Should I charge these niggas double just to ride the wave?
You love to ask me everything, but am I okay
I never ask you nothin', ′cause you get it your way (Yeah)
And Valentines the worst ways
Even worser than my birthdays, Valentines the worst ways
Valentines the worst ways, I love you in the worst way
I love you in the worst way, like Valentines′ the worst day
I still love you like your birthday
Candles blowin', blowin′, all showin'
Left that nigga in the past, and now you glowin′, glowin', glowin′, glowin', yeah
Told you "Grow up", now you growin', growin′, growin′, growin', ayy (Ayy, yeah)
I won′t take responsibilities for your glow up 'cause you did it on your own
And it′s a plus to have a nigga like myself in your corner, but you did it on your own

You did it on your own, girl, you young, sassy, and grown
Girl, you young, flashy, and grown, you did it on your own
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, blow a tag, yeah, blog a bag, yeah, yeah-yeah
Blow a big bag up in Saks, when you mad, yeah
When you mad, yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah (When you mad, yeah, oh-yeah)