No More Love Toni Braxton (Ft. Irv Gotti)

Oh, oh, no
A thousand excuses from you, boy, I've had enough
And I just want you to stop (Murder, Inc.)
No more love

What you b****es want from a n****
Jumpin' in the truck that's rimmed out with a Boss
With bucks
But my mind's on my figures
'Cause once I give you a nut, you get the cut once I
Toss you up
Huh, your name who, whatever, I'm Gotti
A made n**** with killers and big bodies
All I got for a trick is the slum
I could make a b**** rich from a song

I don't appreciate the way that you've been actin'
Lately
I can't believe that you would turn around and try to
Play me
I know about that chick you met last night at club
Nikki's
And then you had the nerve to come home late and try
To sex me

Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no)
A thousand excuses from you, boy, I've had enough (Oh
I've had enough)
And I just want you to stop (Baby)
No more love