No Bet Chill

Fuck outta here, nigga No bet chill [Verse 1:Remy Ma] 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 Glocks call 'em cotton and candy 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 (Chorus) If he ain't a looking good then I'm like no bet bhill 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 [Verse 2:Remy Ma] 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 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 (Chrous) [Verse 3:Remy Ma] 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 (Chorus) (Remy talking) 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