No Understanding

Lyrics

[Chorus: Aston Martin Phi & Julian Nixon] All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done fucked I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a fuck Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my jewelry cold, December And I'm ballin' till next winter All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done fucked I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a fuck Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my jewelry cold, December And I be ballin' till next winter [Verse 1: Quez & Ali] I be flying where it's sunny, I be chilling in Miami Nigga all this fucking jewelry, all gold like a Grammy Nigga try it if you want, youngin' got that you understand me We some young wild niggas, we don't got no understanding [?], we make movies we don't panic Want that molly, holla at Greezy, got that 50 dolla Grammys Made a milli off of touring, might pull up in something foreign We got money, I do too, but I took yo bitch because you borin' Turn up! All this money this shit ridiculous, 'bout to buy another truck If I know just know I fucked, keep it on me yea it's tucked Inna [?] throwin' 50, out in MIA with Diddy I'm the flyest in the city, got her geekin' off that Whitney 'Bout to hit up Magic City, 'Bout to say hello to Kitty Man I swear to God she miss me, That's what she say everytime she hear me Man I'm fresher than a bitch, Spent 600 for the kicks We gon shoot ya if you snitch, First I hit you then we switch [Chorus: Aston Martin Phi & Julian Nixon] All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done fucked I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a fuck Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my jewelry cold, December And I'm ballin' till next winter All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done fucked I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a fuck Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my jewelry cold, December And I be ballin' till next winter [Verse 2: Strap & Luciano] Inna Bentley with the kicks, doin' donuts inna 6 All this fuckin' street money, I can cash out on them bricks All these hoes I done fucked, All this cash I done spent When the plug call me up, know them bands comin' in All this fuckin' drug money, put Pirelli's on Asanti's I'm posted in the hood I got that muthafucka bumpin' Audemars Piguet them haters hatin' that I done it Ain't no understanding, Mac 90 hold a hundred Hundred racks inna demin, birds stashed inna fender Break it down, chicken tender, Gettin' money my agenda Gotcha bitch inna [?], doin' thangs for the scrilla Ridin' down, 20 geekin', speakers busting through the window Muthafucka you remember, got the hoes [?] like Thriller Matte black Maybach like Zilla Take a bitch with a pair of Margiela's You can keep fuckin' that broke nigga, or come fuck with a dope dealer Got my ice cold, need a chinchilla Pop a molly make ya gun a little thinner, you remember? [Chorus: Aston Martin Phi & Julian Nixon] All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done fucked I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a fuck Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my jewelry cold, December And I'm ballin' till next winter All this cash I done spent All these hoes I done fucked I ain't got no understanding I don't really give a fuck Treat that foreign like a rental Hundred racks stuffed in my denim And my jewelry cold, December And I be ballin' till next winter