Ain’t It

Album cover art for "Ain’t It" by IHateJulian & Teddy Blow

IHateJulian & Teddy Blow - Rap

Ain’t It

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Duration: 3:25

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Lyrics

[Hook] Shit gettin 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 motherfuckin payment He thought he was the man til he found out he fuckin ain't it You talkin money we can get acquainted, my nigga [IHateJulian Verse] 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 motherfuckin Julian, lets go Im 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 Im ballin, Im ballin, they need me at the function Its water, its water, my neck look like its flushing Please do not compare me we not in the same discussion Im taking niggas bitches, Im not talkin bout abduction Im gettin to these riches, what we talkin bout? production? The sex symbol got yo bitch wet off of seduction No carbs, still got bread on my plate Gettin 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 goin flat, I can't relate My niggas got the P's and they serve it by the plate Im the stock man, hit me up, I serve yo ass a play See profit and we take, we profit everyday Im a profit, so they say, they can't knock it, so they hate [Hook] Shit gettin 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 motherfuckin payment He thought he was the man til he found out he fuckin ain't it You talkin money we can get acquainted Shit gettin 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 motherfuckin payment He thought he was the man til he found out he fuckin ain't it You talkin money we can get acquainted, my nigga [Teddy Blow Verse] You talkin racks if you talkin to me, watch how you talk to a G Steppers around me, you know they ain't free Wiping his nose for a fee Im upping the score like some tags on they feet It really ain't pressure to me She suckin my dick til she catch a nose bleed, she always do extra for me I tell her "no no" she still beggin me please I rather go count up some cheese The jwet never died they just playin for keeps Im still havin motion discrete Just AP'd the log, hope my dog catch the peace Im 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 keepin 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 havin his way, Im havin it all If you ain't really gettin no money, gon head and log off Diamonds is floodin, its lookin 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 Im 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

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  • IamChizzyy