Letra de Ain't Sweet
No brick, I gotta get point
Ayy
Ayy
This shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)
Your shit ain't hot, it's cold (It's cold)
That bitch ain't new, she old (She old)
That nigga ain't rich, he broke (He broke)
Not feelin' it, no
My shit ain't clean (Clean)
It's dirty (Dirty), she dirty (Dirty)
She's thirsty (Thirsty), reversed it (Reversed it)
She twerkin' (Twerkin'), she perfect, ayy
This shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
Hold up, got my doors up
Rolls up with the window up
Hop in the Rover, no I don't know ya
Diamonds get colder, my neck all froze up
I got my own bucks, no, I don't owe ya
These boys don't know nothin', and I been told ya
I'm a cash blower, blow up, blow up
Your pockets gettin' lower, lower, lower
Boy, I been told ya, I get my dough up
That boy a folder, no, he don't know us
Your money move slower, you gotta get closer
You burnt like a toaster, hop out the Rolls, skrrt
I'ma just go first, ain't no hearse
I don't know her, but she got posters
She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt
But I know she just want cash up in her purse
Ayy, this shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)
Your shit ain't hot, it's cold (It's cold)
That bitch ain't new, she old (She old)
That nigga ain't rich, he broke (He broke)
Not feelin' it, no
My shit ain't clean (Clean)
It's dirty (Dirty), she dirty (Dirty)
She's thirsty (Thirsty), reversed it (Reversed it)
She twerkin' (Twerkin'), she perfect, ayy
This shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
Hold up, got my doors up
Rolls up with the window up
Hop in the Rover, no I don't know ya
Diamonds get colder, my neck all froze up
I got my own bucks, no, I don't owe ya
These boys don't know nothin', and I been told ya
I'm a cash blower, blow up, blow up
Your pockets gettin' lower, lower, lower
Boy, I been told ya, I get my dough up
That boy a folder, no, he don't know us
Your money move slower, you gotta get closer
You burnt like a toaster, hop out the Rolls, skrrt
I'ma just go first, ain't no hearse
I don't know her, but she got posters
She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt
But I know she just want cash up in her purse
Ayy, this shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Nigga, this shit ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her nigga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that nigga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
Fuck your blunt, that shit ain't weed (Eugh)
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
I'm 'bout to roll this motherfuckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
