French Montana - No Sunshine Lyrics
Man, I remember growing upWell, you know, living my last 5 dollarsI see nobody thereNow I hope these ***** niggas get betterStart my tino nellaYou niggas gonna need himCounting all the cash, my niggas all in hereYou ain't gotta askWe been balling all yearUh cause ain't no sunshine when your cheese goneWhen your cheese goneMoney be the root of evilHanging on the block with dirty eagleAround fiends with dirty needlesThe lawyers fee so they never keep youBroken dreams what the niggas feed youWatch the game from the tour, that's 4 seatsAct like they never knew you, now they all speakRain wrist, watch and chain, that's a 4 pieceSeen murder so bad they needed 4 sheetsSatisfaction when I made his head spinA 57 spun, it made him do the back spinMy pipe smoke more than the crack headsBiv him up to God he then high as permanentAin't no sunshine when the money goneMe and my wrist shinin, about 20 homesHad 40 homies, about 20 goneNiggas buying cars, taking out 20 loansHung around some millionaires and made a couple largeFigured I'd stay around longer and make a couple M'sDrunk hissy niggas, hold me while I stumble ofYou niggas hatin so hard I need 20 tipsYea, bird niggas just food for my Desert EagleEat til it's all gone, there's no running to the peopleNightmares, cold sweats, I'm trippinMy worst fear is being broke like you, it's forbiddenIt's forbidden, I be in the cold stuntinPole spendin with the hustle, made a pole liftThe reason why you held measureIn the crib with no clothes cause the nigga crib for poes listed40 long nose, Scott PippenStart fishin, where the blue seats? Top missinCount money, breakin down, we're the same motionShark in the tank, a small fish in the oceanCollect calls from the pimps, talking through receiversNow a nigga done blew up like HiroshimaWhy body blowin, Cali rollin through MedinaBout a hundred racks soakin in the joint cleanerTry your hardest not to snitch but your ***** subpoenaed3 quarter chinchilla for the winter seasonCollect calls from the pimps talking through the glassCause I ran up in yo crib talkin through a massFerrari dirt bikes on the turn pipeDirty New York niggas get that dough likeThe ***** else is they to do?***** a dumb ***** and getting dumb rich making fowl movesKeep my pits clean so I never get keptWith parole, kiss me, it's too much to missOut here in the fast laneYou must be shittin meI wait til champagneNow I hope these ***** niggas get betterStart my tino nellaYou niggas gonna need himCounting all the cash, my niggas all in hereYou ain't gotta askNiggas been balling all yearAin't no sunshine when she's goneWhen she's gone goneAyeYou know you know who you real niggas is when you're down to your last 5 dollars and you get that4 dollar nickel bag and a dozenIt's some nasty shitOn the flip side of the coinYou know whatWhat a real nigga isWhen he did some real moneyAnd that's how you show me how you really flipYa know what I mean?Back at the end of the dayLot of these niggas wasn't ballin before they started rappinAnd a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballinCoke boys babyFrom the back blocks for real
