No Deal Lyrics in English – Rod Wave

-{Intro: Rod Wave}-
That Wasn’t Funny
But She Laughed So Hard, She Almost Cried
They Are Counting Months They’ve Been Together
Almost Forty-Nine
(Yo, Sam, This Sh!t Heat)
He Is Making Fun Of How She Acted Around The Holidays
(Damn, Dawson)
She Wears A Ring, But They Tell People
That They Are Not Engaged
They Met In Class For Metaphysical Philosophy
He Tells His Friends, “I Like Her
‘Cause She’s So Much Smarter Than Me”
They Are Having Talks About Their Futures Until 4 A.M
And I’m Happy For Thеm
But I Wanna Feel All That Love And Emotion
Be That Attachеd To The Person I’m Holding
Someday I’ll Be Falling Without Caution
But For Now, I’m Only People Watching
Yeah! Uhh!

-{Verse: Rod Wave}-
Thinking About My Life And How Far A N!gga Came
Thinking About My Life And Mistakes A N!gga Made
Steady Ducking The Reaper, Everybody Got A Day (Grrah)
Hopefully, I’ll Be Ready For It (Yeah! Yeah!)
Uhh! I Told Them My Dreams, They Ain’t Believe This
I Can’t Lie, Even I Couldn’t Of Seen This
I Just Was On The Bus Stop Getting High Out Of My Brain
Headphones In Listening To Kevin Gates Say
Shooting Star, Shooting Star
Rapper With A Pistol, That Made Me A Shooting Star
Now We All Across The Globe
Three Hundred Thousand Dollar Shows
We Wasn’t Supposed To Get This Far
This Sh!t So Crazy How These H0es Tryna Plot On Me
(Tryna Plot On Me)
These N!ggas Hating, Want My Spot, Sending Shots At Me
Know I Fu*k With Sosa, Ghetto, Spec And Tee
Boy, You Must Ain’t Know Them
Boys Gone Park The Car Jump Out On Feet
Won’t You Pay A N!gga Back For Saving ‘ya Life
I Don’t Know Yet But I’m A Make It Right
I’m Tryna Ball, N!ggas Tryna Take My Life
I Tell You What A’ll Make A Gangster Change His Life
How To Make A Gangster Change His Life
Go To Sleep With Millions In His Bank
Wake Up In The Morning, See His Daughter Face
Just Was Broke As A Joke, When We Was Down We Was Fine
Start Achieving His Dreams Now My Life On The Line
Tell The Label No Deal, I Need Twenty Every Time
I Ain’t Coming To Europe If I Can’t Bring My .45
Tell The Label No Deal, I Need Twenty Every Time
I Ain’t Coming To Paris If I Can’t Bring My .4-5 (Oh! Woah!)

-{Outro: Rod Wave}-
Aye!
Tell The Label No Deal
I’m Fine, I Can’t Come On The Road And Ride
If I Can’t Bring Fire
You Know, I Need My Fire For These Fu*k N!ggas
I Need My Fire For These Fu*k N!ggas (Yeah!)
I Need My Fire For These Fu*k N!ggas (I Seen That)
I Seen That, I Need My Fire For These Fu*k N!ggas (Grrah)
No Deal (Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow)
No Deal