No Regrets

[Intro] La música de Harry Fraud [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Don't give a fuck about your story, never mattered Nigga fresh to death like I just came out up the 'Gala Instruct my little homies with some work like I'm their parent Dinner at Ballato's, put the pussy on a platter, rather Often, flossing never gets exhausting Marathon mental, I'm all in Fit silly, from the big city Is she on my dick really or the dick milly? Or the cuban how it sit chilly, really Make it imperative to get with me, really I know the hustlers is feelin' this Steak tartarе, doing business with hedge fund babiеs they invest Took a million risks Brought his wife to the dinner She did so much botox, she talking like a ventriloquist Gotta know what you dealing with Louis the 13th, shots for the table, baby, we really rich [Chorus: Smoke DZA] I don't know what possess me to buy another chain I cop another set, I need another neck Cartier braces, welcome to Lover's Lane Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets (I got the UCLA number five jersey on) Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets (On stage, not the basketball courts) Uh, sprinkle some baguettes, baby [Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY] Look, it's deeper than rap like Ross told you They couldn't pay me enough for what I go through Before Pro Tools, baby, I would approach you Like my name is Dominic, can spit you all kind of shit While most these niggas soft and counterfeit Online poppin' shit, tryna save a bitch Me, I like the Turbo in yellow She love the way I treat her like she special The Nine double M got a echo Nike Air on the back of my Jordan Retro's It's just another day in the hood Black on black big body Beamer like Suge I'm too bossy, trick, get off me Take her to Katana and I switch to Wallabees Who you know throwing like this I'm priceless but I keep them blue strips, nigga I ain't with the playing at all Hang my jersey on the wall at the Fox Hill Mall We was young and just wanted to ball Seen homies get sent to the juvenile hall Decades later, we still cracking ho Staying at The Cosmo with one Gucci tote And it's forest green, and you know I'm clean Your favorite girl wanna ride with me in the scene Yeah, it's a motion picture Ballers, hold your wrist up, we about to flick up I got the Stussy coat hanging to my knees That's on All Money In, I'ma squeeze Shoutout my brother Nip Hussle 'fore I leave Yelling Other People's Money I-N-C Yelling Other People's Money I-N-C [Chorus: Smoke DZA] I don't know what possess me to buy another chain (Yeah) I cop another set, I need another neck (Smoke DZA) Cartier braces, welcome to lover's lane (Yeah) Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets (She know my name) Uh, sprinkle some baguettes, baby (No regrets)