Y'all Ain't Makin' No Money

[Verse 1:]

Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin

Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin

Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin

Hit the hood got a bag of that this mornin

Know I'm livin' good all them dog hoes on me

Good dope sells all over my phone

Know I'm finna keep it gangsta all over this song

Got my hands all over this chrome

Nigga act hard all day long mayne f**k that

Mayne I'll put it on my chain you won't bust a gat

Mayne let me take you to the backyard

Different color lacks boy

Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand

Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit

Why is you sayin shit, who is you playin with

I got a big house, who is you stayin with

Till you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist

[Chorus:]

Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money

Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin

Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money

Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin

Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money

Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin

Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money

Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll just f**kin around

[Verse 2:]

You saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip

Music with the big rims, boy you a trip

If you knew what I was worth boy I bet you would flip

And the majority of these bitches I done already ripped

These hoes rippin off a pimp (what!)

Tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch

Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin out

Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't sittin out

Had my wife beater and my braclets and my pants on

Bitch I still had 85 grand on

Think I ain't demonic gettin on then ya damn wrong

Play with me, I wouldn't even take a chance on it

Bitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone

9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin long

Devil ass niggas I've been tryin not to stand on em

Mayne I'm hot, mayne ya'll need to turn tha fan on

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

We hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin it

We gettin money like we growin it

A lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin it

Drankin till I'm throwin it, I'll see ya'll in the morning

See me put the tag in the window, just soarin it

My hips say I warn ya, my whip say I'm doin it

All I'm sayin, man don't complain, I'll ruin it

I'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in it

Bitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late

Album waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffet

And I just got tha new J's, these go good with my new shades

Stopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for [? ]

Straight to the hood to see some new cake

Aye that crown will mess with my shake

No matter where you go I'm a stay in yo place

If you ain't gettin no money better stay in your place

Grim don't stop then we goin all day

So iced out, it been snowin all day

Trill ent and we goin all day

Ya'll niggas broke and it's all in ya'll face

[Chorus]