No Love

Maybach Music
Artillery

You good, babe? Just say something
Let’s go, I’ll light it up, the road ain’t that long
Don’t tell nobody where I live
They might wanna throw some shade, the enemies

She says I’m the best, I call her a tease
Let’s hit the moon for a couple of hours
Girl, you’re getting wild

I’m gonna give it to you
Baby, you’re gonna get wet from what I’m about to do

She got on all fours and said: Give it to me
I punished her, I think she got hooked
Don’t talk to me about love, that wasn’t my intention
Cristina got lit
Blame it on the blunt

She got on all fours and said: Give it to me
I punished her, I think she got hooked
Don’t talk to me about love, that wasn’t my intention
Cristina got lit
Blame it on the blunt

I don’t wanna fall for you, or love you
Not even make love
You move like a pro in my bed
Sex, so much heat

I’m not gonna fall for you, or love you
Not even make love
Tease in the sheets
Our witness is God

I keep punishing her between four walls
I’m so damn good, I could’ve been a Mercedes
She likes Versace, if she likes Gucci
We keep getting it on in the jacuzzi

Hey, babe, we’ll do whatever you want
But don’t fall for me, ‘cause the one who falls gets jealous
And you ain’t a guard to keep me up at night
And if you are a guard, now another one takes your shift

When she’s about to come, she touches and lets me know
We’re making love to be under the covers
We got purple flowers, and they make her laugh
The same laugh that made her take off her shirt

She got on all fours and said: Give it to me
I punished her, I think she got hooked
Don’t talk to me about love, that wasn’t my intention
Cristina got lit
Blame it on the blunt

She got on all fours and said: Give it to me
I punished her, I think she got hooked
Don’t talk to me about love, that wasn’t my intention
Cristina got lit
Blame it on the blunt

I don’t wanna fall for you, or love you
Not even make love
You move like a pro in my bed
Sex, so much heat

I’m not gonna fall for you, or love you
Not even make love
Tease in the sheets
Our witness is God

Your boyfriend’s the movie guy, yeah, the Batman one
Eyes all squinty like Pacquiao, call me Pacman
I can’t love you, I barely know how to care
So much smoke in the air while I make you my girl

I handle the bills and the weed
Baby, everything’s free for you and all your friends
The girl’s on fire and says she wants to drink
I got an idea, I’m gonna make you my girl

I don’t wanna fall for you, or love you
Not even make love
You move like a pro in my bed
Sex, so much heat

I’m not gonna fall for you, or love you
Not even make love
Tease in the sheets
Our witness is God

Maybach Music
Artillery