Nola

Lyrics

[Intro: Kota the Friend] Mama said, "Eat your veggies", mama said, "Opinions won't pay your rent" Mama said, "Money don't make you rich", mama said, "Boy, you better wash your dish" Fuck raw, then raise your kids, don't do it if it make no sense, if they dip when you down, then they ain't your friends Stay you, don't obey no trends, go play, go play, go play [Chorus 1: Kota the Friend] Too much in my head, I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread, gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined [Verse 1: Kota the Friend] I don't drink no Coca-Cola, soul is old like Motorola's Only want it if it's Kosher, not a hoe, I'd rather nola Darling, you know I am boring I don't like the club, but, you can stay and grab a cup I'm just a nigga from New York, yankee, fitted in my trunk Took a minute, but, I'm lit, and now my city show me love Brooklyn spread the love, get your funds, used to take the g, and now, we count 'em up Broke a lot of hearts, and all that I can say was I was young Call me on my jack, all my nigga's really got my back Shorty got my heart, so, I promise her that I'll be back If it feel like love, lil' homie, then it's probably that If you got a feeling she a thottie, oh, she probably that [Chorus 2: Kota the Friend] Too much in my head (Head), I ain't got no time (Time) Gotta get this bread (Bread), gotta get this wine (Huh) Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined (Pwa, pwa, pwa) Too much in my head, I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread, gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined [Verse 2: Khary] Fuck up some commas I'm just trying to make some racks I can spend on my mama Small city had me feeling like I'm Napoleon dyna-mite, but, I ain't talking to no Tina's, ain't feeding no llama's Same goes for sharks and piranhas, hype beasts and all prima donnas Came a long way from a kid, now, I'm a man trying to stay who he is But, he say he's different, I'm not who I was, I can only affect how I exist in the present The noblest king was a peasant, an hour can change in a second, the entrance is often the exit I got in the plane, I need pleasance, so, keep your bullshit out of my presence, aye Pardon me as I'm partin' seas, not a tin man, all this heart in me As I ran the meter pay the parking fees, when you're for the fence, Peter Parker steez Chef and recipes till I rest in peace, blood and elbow grease going hard to my final, now Y'all be draining the spinal tap, I'm still chewing on bottle caps And I say, "Fuck they rules and just do it your own way, fuck playing it safe, rather a flip of the coin fame" 'Cause when the money comes, you got less niggas that whole grain, [?] go blink, okay I'm back and I'm fully reloaded, matador, olé, not get it in your way No way, Jose, I just hope that you notice I'm fighting for your sake, [?] said it was crochet when- [Chorus 3: Kota the Friend & Hello Oshay] Too much in my head (Head), I ain't got no time (Time) Gotta get this bread (Bread), gotta get this wine (Huh) Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined (Pwa, pwa, pwa) Too much in my head, I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread, gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined [Verse 3: Kota the Friend] Wait, I ain't looking for it if it ain't mine Doubt a lot of people know I love you if I make time They just tryna ride a wave, they just caught up in this game I be with my youngin' watching Elmo, bumping Feyla Ya, ya, hold up, feel good to be home, yeah Murder all I that I know, yeah, thank God for this flow, uh Sun shine like California, I grow wherever I go Wear my gray sweats like Balmain's, I'm cozy, homie, that's all That's all, that's all, got your girl playing my songs Heard your shoes cost a few bands, boy, I'd take your bitch with my Vans, yeah Brooklyn nigga since day one, Clinton Hill where I came from Show love to my real friends, that's proud of me, don't change up 'Cause I came from nothing but I stay a hundred, lot of people sleeping, finna wake 'em up and Wasn't ever happy, I been smiling lately, Devil never catch me, hit him with the fake-y I came to kill and never hit the ceiling, and I'm the hood hero, head like a villain We ain't never really had a pot to piss in, and the clock is ticking, so, we gotta get it, like, yeah [Chorus 3: Kota the Friend & Hello Oshay] Too much in my head (Head), I ain't got no time (Time) Gotta get this bread (Bread), gotta get this wine (Huh) Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined (Pwa, pwa, pwa) Too much in my head, I ain't got no time Gotta get this bread, gotta get this wine Don't bring up no drama when you hit me on my line If it ain't the commas, on my mama, it's declined