No Understanding Travis Porter (Ft. Aston Martin Phi, Julian Nixon & Luciano (EN))

[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