Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money 歌词
| 歌曲 | Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money |
| 歌手 | Webbie |
| 专辑 | Savage Life 2 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Allen, Gradney, Simms | |
| (verse 1)woke up from a long night of sex this morninbrushed my teeth, got fresh this morninhear my girl talk a lil mess this morninhit the hood got a bag of that this morninknow im livin' good all them dog hoes on megood dope sells all over my phoneknow im finna keep it gangsta all over this songgot my hands all over this chromenigga act hard all day long mayne fuck thatmayne i'll put it on my chain you wont bust a gatmayne let me take you to the backyarddifferent color lacks boyhalf a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll dont understandbricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shitwhy is you sayin shit, who is you playin witi got a big house, who is you stayin wittill you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist(chorus)ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no moneyya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntinya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no moneyya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntinya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no moneyya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntinya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no moneyya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll just fuckin around(verse 2)you saved up yo chips, to buy you a whipmusic with the big rims, boy you a tripif you knew what i was worth boy i bet you would flipand the majority of these bitches i done already rippedthese hoes rippin off a pimp (what!)tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watchgot a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin outwebbie young savage trill fam we aint sittin outhad my wife beater and my braclets and my pants onbitch i still had 85 grand onthink i aint demonic gettin on then ya damn wrongplay with me, i wouldnt even take a chance on itbitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone9 times outta 10 you aint stayin longdevil ass niggas ive been tryin not to stand on emmayne im hot, mayne ya'll need to turn tha fan on(chorus)(verse 3)we hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin itwe gettin money like we growin ita lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin itdrankin till im throwin it, i'll see ya'll in the morningsee me put the tag in the window, just soarin itmy hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin itall im sayin, man dont complain, i'll ruin iti'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in itbitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute latealbum waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffetand i just got tha new | |
| J's, these go good with my new shadesstopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for (?)straight to the hood to see some new cakeaye that crown will mess with my shakeno matter where you go ima stay in yo placeif you aint gettin no money better stay in your placegrim dont stop then we goin all dayso iced out, it been snowin all daytrill ent and we goin all dayya'll niggas broke and its all in ya'll face(chorus) |
| zuo qu : Allen, Gradney, Simms | |
| verse 1 woke up from a long night of sex this morninbrushed my teeth, got fresh this morninhear my girl talk a lil mess this morninhit the hood got a bag of that this morninknow im livin' good all them dog hoes on megood dope sells all over my phoneknow im finna keep it gangsta all over this songgot my hands all over this chromenigga act hard all day long mayne fuck thatmayne i' ll put it on my chain you wont bust a gatmayne let me take you to the backyarddifferent color lacks boyhalf a mil' cash in ya hand ya' ll dont understandbricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shitwhy is you sayin shit, who is you playin witi got a big house, who is you stayin wittill you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist chorus ya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll aint thuggin, ya' ll stuntinya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll aint thuggin, ya' ll stuntinya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll aint thuggin, ya' ll stuntinya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll just fuckin around verse 2 you saved up yo chips, to buy you a whipmusic with the big rims, boy you a tripif you knew what i was worth boy i bet you would flipand the majority of these bitches i done already rippedthese hoes rippin off a pimp what! tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watchgot a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin outwebbie young savage trill fam we aint sittin outhad my wife beater and my braclets and my pants onbitch i still had 85 grand onthink i aint demonic gettin on then ya damn wrongplay with me, i wouldnt even take a chance on itbitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone9 times outta 10 you aint stayin longdevil ass niggas ive been tryin not to stand on emmayne im hot, mayne ya' ll need to turn tha fan on chorus verse 3 we hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin itwe gettin money like we growin ita lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin itdrankin till im throwin it, i' ll see ya' ll in the morningsee me put the tag in the window, just soarin itmy hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin itall im sayin, man dont complain, i' ll ruin iti' ll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in itbitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute latealbum waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffetand i just got tha new | |
| J' s, these go good with my new shadesstopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for ? straight to the hood to see some new cakeaye that crown will mess with my shakeno matter where you go ima stay in yo placeif you aint gettin no money better stay in your placegrim dont stop then we goin all dayso iced out, it been snowin all daytrill ent and we goin all dayya' ll niggas broke and its all in ya' ll face chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Allen, Gradney, Simms | |
| verse 1 woke up from a long night of sex this morninbrushed my teeth, got fresh this morninhear my girl talk a lil mess this morninhit the hood got a bag of that this morninknow im livin' good all them dog hoes on megood dope sells all over my phoneknow im finna keep it gangsta all over this songgot my hands all over this chromenigga act hard all day long mayne fuck thatmayne i' ll put it on my chain you wont bust a gatmayne let me take you to the backyarddifferent color lacks boyhalf a mil' cash in ya hand ya' ll dont understandbricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shitwhy is you sayin shit, who is you playin witi got a big house, who is you stayin wittill you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist chorus ya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll aint thuggin, ya' ll stuntinya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll aint thuggin, ya' ll stuntinya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll aint thuggin, ya' ll stuntinya' ll aint makin no money, ya' ll aint makin no moneyya' ll aint really doin nothin, ya' ll just fuckin around verse 2 you saved up yo chips, to buy you a whipmusic with the big rims, boy you a tripif you knew what i was worth boy i bet you would flipand the majority of these bitches i done already rippedthese hoes rippin off a pimp what! tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watchgot a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin outwebbie young savage trill fam we aint sittin outhad my wife beater and my braclets and my pants onbitch i still had 85 grand onthink i aint demonic gettin on then ya damn wrongplay with me, i wouldnt even take a chance on itbitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone9 times outta 10 you aint stayin longdevil ass niggas ive been tryin not to stand on emmayne im hot, mayne ya' ll need to turn tha fan on chorus verse 3 we hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin itwe gettin money like we growin ita lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin itdrankin till im throwin it, i' ll see ya' ll in the morningsee me put the tag in the window, just soarin itmy hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin itall im sayin, man dont complain, i' ll ruin iti' ll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in itbitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute latealbum waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffetand i just got tha new | |
| J' s, these go good with my new shadesstopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for ? straight to the hood to see some new cakeaye that crown will mess with my shakeno matter where you go ima stay in yo placeif you aint gettin no money better stay in your placegrim dont stop then we goin all dayso iced out, it been snowin all daytrill ent and we goin all dayya' ll niggas broke and its all in ya' ll face chorus |
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