Birdman & Lil Wayne – No More (feat. Allstar Cashville Princ

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No More

Birdman & Lil Wayne (feat. Allstar Cashville Prince)

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"No More." - Birdman & Lil Wayne (feat. Allstar Cashville Prince)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 04:08 pm

Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 16

I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, and
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right
The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper-chasin' man on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth, get money like Heathcliff
Huxtable, keep it comin' like Keith
Gotta make it last forever, for worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil, so guns I got several
And everybody plays the fool, says Aaron Neville
But I just play to win, I holla back like heavy metal
Smellin' like petals from a rose, so they hoes
My bread's buildin' bagels and Legos
When I rose, they froze
Trust me, for them pesos, I'm an a-hole
AK holes
Think face blows, and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag, bitch
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, and
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right
Young new investment, ain't no turnin' me back
Had them rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, psych, I love the life
Standin' under streetlights, tryin' to get off that white
At a reasonable price? Nah
I ain't tryna bargain with you
Them **** hatin'? Well, I guess they gon' be starvin' wit' you
I got two jobs, I sell and I cop shit
Like father, like son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, gimme a chance"
And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam
Flipped that hood shit and copped about twenty-four grams, oh man
Guess it is what it is, it was what it was
'Fore the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
Either way, I'm six figures before my first record
I always stunt, y'all don't respect my work
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, and
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more (Yeah, think you up, ****)
I got my mind right, money right (Uptown, yeah)
From a eighth to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From a 0 to the O-Zs, that's why I'm hood rich
And murder was the case, got me emptyin' a lot of clips
Stunna hollerin' Birdman, ****, right back in this bitch
3rd Ward, throw the U up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind, gotta hustle and uplift
Them high rise buildings, me and youngin on some shit
Breakin' bread, choppin' millions, 'cause a bitch ain't shit
Told as a youngin how to roll with that chopper
If money on your block, for the money, I'll pop you
**** wanna hate, but their money wouldn't stop us
From ridin' fly whips, now they hoes out jockin'
We stuntin' while y'all hatin', ****, stuntin' is what made you
****, I hear you poppin' shit, but the Birdman raised you, bitch
Birdman got a army, Birdman got a navy
And cash money can't save you
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, and
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work, goin' to Florida, and I swore
That I would never hustle no more
But I will never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right

Writer(s): B. Williams, D. Carter, J. Shute & T-Mix.

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