Moneybagg Yo – No Love Lyrics

No Love

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"No Love." - Moneybagg Yo

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 10:37 pm

Album: Heartless

Track No: 01

Aye, real talk, like, don't even try to come around me
And shit like you fuck with me, you know what I'm saying?
That shit really fake love, you know what I'm saying? I ain't fucking with it
Shake my hand, looking off and shit, ****, look me in my eyes, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
The gangsta way, ****, only
I'm from the streets so I'm cautious (Cautious)
Some of my old **** crossed me (Ooh)
I'm like, "Damn, you done lost me" (Damn, hol' up)
.30 round make 'em back up off me
Shit they say love ain't love, shit (Nah)
Really starting to hate love (Hate it)
Fuck with me for beneficial reasons (What's that?)
That's that shit you call fake love
Lil bitch lucky (Bitch)
Now my ex bitch wanna fuck me (Bitch)
Now my side bitch tryna buck me (Hol' up)
Hoe tried to bash me like I'm nothing (Damn)
I got rappers tryna diss me
Family members in they feelings (Damn)
I might come through like I'm Weezy (What? Skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr)
In a drop, no ceilings
Yeah, don't know what you heard, I'm straight in appearance
So quit all that joking, lil **** (Stop all that shit, lil ****)
This ain't no Friday, come in like Worm
Pull up and smoke me a **** (Pull up and smoke me a ****)
I went and got me some money, that's mandatory (Mandatory)
I grabbed the 40, it wasn't handed to me (Nah)
Just counted two hundred, I feel important (Woo)
I don't start shit, I finish stories (I do that)
I got all these **** hating (All of 'em)
Bitches that dissed me tryna date me (Woo)
I heard my **** wanna ace me (Why?)
Just cause his bitch tryna face me (Uh-uh-uh)
Damn, feds tryna case me
Tied me to murders, tryna lace me
Purge got me paranoid, pacing
I hit the cup just to chase it
I got 'em feeling some type of way (Why?)
They get on Twitter, then type away
They just get bodied on getaway
41, I got the bigger face (The bigger Roley)
Already knew they was finna hate
But guess how much money I'm 'bout to make (How much?)
Guess how much money I just spent (How much ****?)
Add it up, grab a pen (Okay, let's get it)
See my charm like 40 (Woo)
Then my wrist like 50 (Big money)
Double rings got me nifty (Nice)
In the middle of Memphis at the Hilton (Right now)
Same bitch said I'm ugly (What?)
Now she MCM crushing (Man crush Monday)
I just brought her head, I was rushing (That don't matter there)
Crushing bars in the slushy
You just a **** I used to fuck with
Ion fuck with you no more
These **** thought I was gone until I hopped out the Mazi like I'm Bobo
I'll never tell the po-po, pull up on 'em solo yelling out, "YOLO"
Austin P, I got the mojo
Ice Tea swag, bitch look like Coco
Hundred thousand in cash on me
I'm in the Yo with the bag on me
I'm in the Yo with the mag on me
You **** done turned into fags on me
I feel it's necessary that I kill 'em
I'm rocking zippers like I played in Thriller
Plus, I got codeine on my liver
Plus, I got OG in my system
I got red bottoms, I got real Gucci, rocking Ferragamo in December
I still'll bust 'em moves in the rental
Pull up and crack his head down the middle
My downfall, what they wishing
I know they don't like a ****
So when I make it to the red carpet, I'ma be on that bitch with my hittas
She say she love me 'cause I'm genuine
Well, where were you when I was feeling it?
Well, where were you when I was dealing it?
Didn't have a ride, I was stealing it
These **** easy like Sunday morning
I get my dick sucked before performing
I got the hiccups, that's why I'm jumping
I see the future, I'm just being honest
Had money before CMG, ask Randolph (Ask him)
I'm cold enough, cut the fan off
You got yo **** and I got my ****, let's meet up and have a standoff
Fuck all that love, it ain't no more love
Ran off on the plug, now, I got the jugg
So many blue hundreds, they think that im cuz
I'm countin' shit up
You better not budge
And that's just how I'm feeling, real talk
And don't even try to, you know what I'm saying
Come around, you know what I'm saying like
You really fucking with me, you know what I'm saying?
That shit fake
And you know that, huh

Writer(s): Demario White & Tk On Da Beat.

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