DJ Chose P Crisco Even 12 couldn't cuff me I write my life in these bars They be all up in they feelings You know I ain't got no heart February on a bitch, leave ya Boyfriend scarred I gave you ass all type of chances But you couldn't play the part That's why, I got no more No more, no more love I got no more, no more, no more love I got no more, no more, no more love I got no more, no more, no more love Remember you told me you was down Switched sides on me quick Put them rumors in the streets I guess we ain't have shit How you lie'd in my face? You as fake as it gets Them tables turned on yo ass Now watch how real this shit gets I had to teach her a lesson I knew that bitch a finesser I didn't fold under pressure I hid that work in my dresser My hustle game was impressive Up in the hills, no reception Wallet ain't in a recession Pray to the lord for these blessings Right now I'm swimming in checks I need all these bags, I don't need nothing lesser You see me came up, you see my chain up I switched my game up, working on my anger I'm blowing these lames up, no I still ain't changed up, nope No I still ain't changed up Even 12 couldn't cuff me I write my life in these bars They be all up in they feelings You know I ain't got no heart February on a bitch, leave ya Boyfriend scarred I gave you ass all type of chances But you couldn't play the part That's why, I got no more No more, no more love I got no more, no more, no more love I got no more, no more, no more love I got no more, no more, no more love