[Verse 1: Noo$e]
Uhh, leave a message at the tone boy
Cause I might o' stayed with your biddy
Welcome Noo$e just might take over your city
Catch a young n***a in Houston like Whitney
When I'm in Houston I'm hittin' the Whitney's
Send out my location to tell her come get me
When I step out boy I look like the best
When you step out boy, you look like a mess
Know I got all my stripes like the ref
Hit yo girl from the neck
Bitch from my waverly want me to sext
When I head to L.A. I just hop in the jet
Placing on n***as I look like a check
Prep upon on n***a I must be a GOAT
By the way that I gloat they ask me to smoke
Cause the answer is no

[Hook]
No (x4)
We cannot work without dough
Don't ask for no beef on the low
No (x4)
Shawty keep hittin' my phone
Rest until I tell that bitch don't
No (x4)
I hit, then I had to go
She tryin to spend time I said no
No (x4)
Last n***a from the O
Swear to God I'm bout to blow
[Verse 2: Noo$e]
Shout out my n***as who busy
He gettin it in in them 517s
I'm flexin off while 17
With a coupe with no roof the American Dream
Young n***a got steeze
Missy with the clean swag, like ooo-wee
Give her Master P, she like ooo-wee
Had to leave, she was too mean
Iggy A with the work
Young Rihanna with the work
Young Ferg put in work
I'm in the back while she twerk
If you ain't talking bout big bands
Don't you fucking ask for a fucking verse
N***as' that key hit me for a free beat
Be the fucking worst

[Hook]
No (x4)
We cannot work without dough
Don't ask for no beef on the low
No (x4)
Shawty keep hittin' my phone
Restin' until I tell that bitch don't
No (x4)
I hit, then I had to go
She tryin to spend time I said no
No (x4)
Last n***a from the O
Swear to God I'm bout to blow
[Verse 3: Jack Harlow]
Back on my shit again
Heard what they talking and that shit ain't interesting
No I got family in Texas and all the way back up to Michigan
She 26, she wanna corrupt me I act like I'm innocent
But truthfully when I come over
I blow out the back when I'm hitting it (uhh)
I cannot fuck with these locals
They say I act like I'm better
Nah I just rap like I'm better
I just been plotting to stack up my cheddar
I hope when they see me
They preferably wearing a jacket or sweater
Cause I hit them boys with the coldest of shoulders
It might start a blizzard no matter the weather

[Hook]
No (x4)
We cannot work without dough
Don't ask for no beef on the low
No (x4)
Shawty keep hittin' my phone
Restin' until I tell that bitch don't
No (x4)
I hit, then I had to go
She tryin to spend time I said no
No (x4)
Last n***a from the O
Swear to God I'm bout to blow