Ain't No Love - Curren$y, Black Cobain

We don’t need nobody else

There’s only hustlers on this jet

Ain’t no love outside the set

Ain’t no love outside the set

We don’t need nobody else

There’s only hustlers on this jet

Ain’t no love outside the set

Trust me, ain’t no love outside the set

Diamonds on my dial, how they like me now?

Untraceable style, let the curtains down

Umbrellas in my door, we not broke no more

Came up from the floor, still hunt for more

'Cause it feel great reaching the keys

Tell my family I bought 'em a new plate just to see the smiles on their face

I feel the same way when I count up that cake

A big slice out the pie, what the fuck am I gon' buy today?

We never died, forever we be here to stay

Corporation too fly, we high and we out the way

We don’t need nobody else

There’s only hustlers on this jet

Ain’t no love outside the set

My nigga, ain’t no love outside the set

We don’t need nobody else

There’s only hustlers on this jet

Ain’t no love outside the set

Trust me, ain’t no love outside the set

Yeah we making movies but nigga I don’t act

Them bitches see them bottles, they don’t know how to act

I’m sending pictures through the JPEG to help the homie pass his time

Might crack a smile today, it’s a gangsta holiday

Never switching, never looking for no hand outs

We stacking days, getting money, we ain’t chasing clout

We off the liquor when I hit up, pull the track out

Told Spitta that’s my nigga, let’s smoke a whole ounce

Uh, if you really got some hustle with you

You can make a couple millions

Snuck the glizzy in the building, yeah

Rep the jets all day

Made a cool grand, bet it on a parlay

What’d you say?

We don’t need nobody else

There’s only hustlers on this jet

Ain’t no love outside the set

My nigga, ain’t no love outside the set

We don’t need nobody else

There’s only hustlers on this jet

Ain’t no love outside the set

Trust me, ain’t no love outside the set

Told 'em «We don’t need nobody»

She got hustlin' in her body

Jet Life to the flyest, never need a co-pilot

Them jets be landing in private

From time to time I see 'em shining

Party with the big boys, big wheels, know how we riding

Hella cars, hella money, high fashion, get to stuntin'

Full of jewelry and luxury, that’s what the others be lusting

Said you real and got busted, the East side gon' run it

Fell in love with the comas, now I’m addicted to money

More than a hundred on the dash, still got more up in the stash

Plus I only talk paper, the prize come with some cash

lash

I be stunting on these bitches like I do it as a task now