Ihatejulian, Teddy Blow - Ain't It

Shit getting crazy ain't it?
I just show up and then they pay me ain't it?
Can't do shit for free man I need my mother fucking payment
He thought he was the man til he found out he fucking ain't it
You talking money we can get acquainted, my nigga
Yea I had to let the bitch breathe
Yea, Chizzyy on the beat, yea
I hate, you know, you know who it is
I hate motherfucking Julian, lets go
I'm on a no carb diet, ain't got energy for fuck shit
And please don't reach out to me if you do not got a budget
I'm balling, I'm balling, they need me at the function
It's water, it's water, my neck look like its flushing
Please do not compare me we not in the same discussion
I'm taking niggas bitches, I'm not talking bout abduction
I'm getting to these riches, what we talking bout? production?
The sex symbol got yo bitch wet off of seduction
No carbs, still got bread on my plate
Getting money, she wanna fuck, she gotta wait
No motion where I'm at, its operations out of state
They was up a year ago, they going flat, I can't relate
My niggas got the P's and they serve it by the plate
I'm the stock man, hit me up, I serve yo ass a play
See profit and we take, we profit everyday
I'm a profit, so they say, they can't knock it, so they hate
Shit getting crazy ain't it?
I just show up and then they pay me ain't it?
Can't do shit for free man I need my mother fucking payment
He thought he was the man til he found out he fucking ain't it
You talking money we can get acquainted
Shit getting crazy ain't it?
I just show up and then they pay me ain't it?
Can't do shit for free man I need my mother fucking payment
He thought he was the man til he found out he fucking ain't it
You talking money we can get acquainted, my nigga
You talking racks if you talking to me, watch how you talk to a G
Steppers around me, you know they ain't free
Wiping his nose for a fee
I'm upping the score like some tags on they feet
It really ain't pressure to me
She sucking my dick til she catch a nose bleed, she always do extra for me
I tell her "no no" she still begging me please
I rather go count up some cheese
The jwet never died they just playing for keeps
I'm still having motion discrete
I just AP'd the log, hope my dog catch the peace
I'm out in PR on the beach
I just tell her to swallow, she gargled the D, she love her a mouth full of me
If you wifing a treesh that ain't keeping it P
Better give that bitch back to the streets
(Better give that hoe back, she for the streets)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Young nigga having his way, I'm having it all
If you ain't really getting no money, gon head and log off
Diamonds is flooding, it's looking like Voss
Still got the jwet, nigga you know what it cost
If I spend a lil racks on her, she know what it cost
Gotta give up that neck, bitch you know I'm a boss
Don't you play with that check, cuz you know what it cost
Tryna spin with that tech, that'll knock a bitch off
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Written by:
Joey Little, Julian Hanlan

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