No Love Money Man (Ft. BC Gutta)

[Chorus]
No love no conscience
No love no conscience
[?]
Cause I feel like I'm nauseous
She wanna get in my boxers
Streets made me holy
Made me emotional
No love no conscience
No love no conscience
No love no conscience
No love no conscience
At least a nigga honest
Im loyal i promise
Imma win regardless
Keep touching and fucking
No love no conscience

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Pull up to the show on on a 3 wheeler
Say ya finna kill me we gone see nigga
No love I'm heartless
Gotta numerous charges
Trap out a charger
Drove 100 P's to Charlotte
Met the plug at olive garden
Took my AR and carbine
I ain't ducking shit I'ma shoot first
Expensive ass shoes make ya feet hurt
Make a jack boy go and revert
Have the gang shoot up favorite rapper concert
Gang knock ya off Bossin'
No love no conscience
I ain't had an option
Why the fuck a nigga traffickin'
USPS sent the package in
Open up a fresh bell from the packagin'
Dressing like the Gucci store manikin
Droppin' off P's on my manager
Swiping watching out for the cameras
No shirt put your [?] on camera
I just want the check fuck the glamour
With my jewler burning money like a candle