No 808’s (feat. Vory)

(It's JoeFromYO) Let's ride together Would you jump if they told you that we can fly together? It gets lonely on my side, but that's just my perspective Runnin' out of things to say whenever the calls collective Ooh, what a mood, she pull up with no bra under I buy her Jimmy Choo, she do that shit with all her effort M.I.A. with you and your friend out here in Club E11EVEN In the spot we be too deep, we need just one more section I don't need no 808s to go crazy I don't wanna be the one to waste your time You're the one that told me not to let the money change me Baby, every other million, that shit crosses my mind When you with me baby, you don't need, need an AC VVSs touch your body, feels just like ice You know what it is outside with my gang We-, mm, look And everything I do is for her Everything I-, hm-mm And you know you're my mood, but Mood, what a mood You put it locked up, but you still right back to Artist status Thought I was sleepin' through, but no matter what, we still countin' together I love bein' rich, but I been missin' when we was poor together 'Member runnin' up in Raleigh, stealin' from stores together I do cuttin' through traffic, and all these foreigns better You needed a shoulder to cry on, so I bought this Chrome Heart sweater (Chrome Heart sweater) And I was fiendin' for that pussy, I made a whole song to get it And they all gon' want that bitch after they see Artist with her I don't need no 808s to go crazy I don't wanna be the one to waste your time You're the one that told me not to let the money change me Baby, every other million, that shit crosses my mind When you with me baby, you don't need, need an AC VVSs touch your body, feels just like ice You know what it is outside with my gang We-, mm, look And my heart's on fire Why you tryna fight fire with fire? You know I'm a big dawg around my way Should I charge these niggas double just to ride the wave? You love to ask me everything, but am I okay I never ask you nothin', 'cause you get it your way (yeah) And Valentines the worst ways Even worser than my birthdays, Valentines the worst ways Valentines the worst ways, I love you in the worst way I love you in the worst way, like Valentines' the worst day I still love you like your birthday Candles blowin', blowin', all showin' Left that nigga in the past, and now you glowin', glowin', glowin', glowin', yeah Told you "Grow up", now you growin', growin', growin', growin', ayy (ayy, yeah) I won't take responsibilities for your glow up 'cause you did it on your own And it's a plus to have a nigga like myself in your corner, but you did it on your own You did it on your own, girl, you young, sassy, and grown Girl, you young, flashy, and grown, you did it on your own Oh, yeah (yeah) Ayy, blow a tag, yeah, blog a bag, yeah, yeah-yeah Blow a big bag up in Saks, when you mad, yeah When you mad, yeah, oh-yeah, oh-yeah (when you mad, yeah, oh-yeah)