No Bet Chill Lyrics - Remy Ma

Fuck outta here, nigga 

No bet chill 

See the girls back home like mulberry 

Now they call me Hag and Daaz 'cause I got ice 

I got cream in my car cherry, Remy Ma ready 

And not to contradict my name 

See I don't really like to play the bar heavy 

I'ma pothead, so even if my eyes not red 

I ain't got an enemy that's not dead 

Oh, you a hothead, I'll leave your head hot 

You know, I got lead when you see that red dot 

And plus I'm dead nice, these bitches dead not 

My chain Flinstone, bracelet bedrock 

And when I'm not in Miami, it's hot like Miami 

I got twin pink glocks call 'em cotton and candy 

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I got cousins that get it poppin' named Tequila and Brandy 

I spent like 10 thousand just shoppin' for panties 

Know these bitches can't stand me, catch me hoppin' out that Cadi 

Shawty gased up 'cause I'm frontin' and I'm callin' him daddy 

If he ain't a nigga then I'm like no bet chill 

If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill 

If he ain't actin' right, if he ain't packin' like 9 inches 

Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chill 

If he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill 

He don't want me to smoke and like no bet chill 

He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch 

Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chill 

Homie, I ain't impressed 'cause you dropped 450 on a New Jersey 

I just dropped 450 on a crib in New jersey 

But I'm from South Bronx, muthafucka, you heard me 

I can tell you a bird 'cause you get up to early 

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You actin', askin' who's really that bitch 

I know a fever when I see it you ain't really that sick 

I spit full blown, you a mile cold 

I'm 21 years young, y'all bitch wild old 

Can tell you in your 40s like you pushin' 40 

Got like 4 kids and trynna be somebody's shawty, stop 

You really need to lay off the cock 

Y'all bitches Bacardi Breezers and I'm Remy on the rocks 

Watch and I ain't talkin' 'bout a chain or a watch 

I'm talkin' sum Joey crack shit, I'm 'bout to get a match 

And you know the summer comin' I can use another drop 

Got the ghetto barbie but I got a lil' pop, pop 

If he ain't a nigga then I'm like no bet chill 

If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill 

If he ain't actin' right or if he ain't packin' like 9 inches 

Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chill 

If he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill 

He don't want me to smoke and I'm like no bet chill 

He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch 

Then I'm gon' flip yeah right, no bet chill 

See I know how to rhyme and I'm nice on the mic 

And I know how to ride 'cause I'm nice on them bikes 

And not for nothin', I'm the type to wife 

See I can cook and clean but I like to fight 

I had this shawty like to bite I called 'em Iron Mike 

Changed it to Jack Frost 'cause he started buyin' ice 

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin', never catch me cryin' 

You'd think I was down with the clipse the way I be grindin' 

See a lot of chics is sick but I'm the sickest one 

I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one 

I got 99 guns and I still ain't done 

Until this day I wish that I could bring back Pun 

Yeah, I know you can't take it, kid 

See, it wears the pants in this relationship 

But you gotta love me 'cause I'm so real 

When bitches try to hate 'em, like no bet chill 

If he ain't a nigga then I'm like no bet chill 

If he don't keep it hood, I'm like no bet chill 

If he ain't actin' right or if he ain't packin' like 9 inches 

Then I'm like, yeah right, no bet chill 

If he ain't gettin' dough then I'm like no bet chill 

He don't want me to smoke and I'm like no bet chill 

He tying stupid shit like I'm a groupie bitch 

Then I'm gon' flip, yeah right, no bet chill 

What do you mean do I love you? 

Of course I love you , I love all of y'all 

Yeah, Larsen, I got my chills let's be for real