She Ain't
Yeah
Ron Lamont
You know how I do
Yeah
Wake up in the morning get my cash right
A bag of okey doke and a canned sprite
Spending money from a year ago
Kush so loud the audience can't hear the show
Bad bitches with me they gone shake it for the folks
Had too many shots of Remy I can't make it to the door
Club packed like a Swisher I can't make it to the floor
But with this V-12 engine bet I make it to your hoe
Smelling like a half a pound of Bubba Kush
Check my pockets see just where the rubbers put
Sittin high like a mini skirt
Chrome Forgiato's get your feelings hurt
If you ain't got no money
If you ain't got no money
She ain't fucking with you you ain't got no money
She fucking with you you ain't got no money
Hundred thousand dollars in my stash spot
40 on me closely that's my mascot
Jump stupid watch it dance on you
Don't get it twisted Ron will put them hands on you
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Mean what I say say what I mean like a G
Ain't no other way used to serve the fiends hella P
Talking hella yay also have the green by the tree
I get it popping like a grease pot
Deion told me drop the fire get the streets hot
Chef Ramsey how I'm cooking though
If it ain't about the money what you looking for
If you ain't got no money
If you ain't got no money
She ain't fucking with you you ain't got no money
She fucking with you you ain't got no money
Watch me stretch it like an ankle wrap
A half a pint of codeine just to take a nap
Medicated like a fat bitch
Diamonds on me dancing hitting backflips
Shining like a boulder marijuana odor
In the club tipsy looking crispy like a soda
Ice looking polar swinging from my shoulder
Money up like it gulped a fresh cup of Folgers
Ever caught me leaking bitch I'm in the bathroom
Rings on a nigga like a raccoon
Smelling money when I roll up
Bitch try me get your throat cut
If you ain't got no money
If you ain't got no money
She ain't fucking with you you ain't got no money
She fucking with you you ain't got no money
Hey ho hey ho
Hey ho hey ho
Huh what yea huh
What yea huh yea
Shake it for the folks
Shake it for the folks
Shake it for the folks
Shake it for the folks
Ron Lamont
You know how I do
Yeah
Wake up in the morning get my cash right
A bag of okey doke and a canned sprite
Spending money from a year ago
Kush so loud the audience can't hear the show
Bad bitches with me they gone shake it for the folks
Had too many shots of Remy I can't make it to the door
Club packed like a Swisher I can't make it to the floor
But with this V-12 engine bet I make it to your hoe
Smelling like a half a pound of Bubba Kush
Check my pockets see just where the rubbers put
Sittin high like a mini skirt
Chrome Forgiato's get your feelings hurt
If you ain't got no money
If you ain't got no money
She ain't fucking with you you ain't got no money
She fucking with you you ain't got no money
Hundred thousand dollars in my stash spot
40 on me closely that's my mascot
Jump stupid watch it dance on you
Don't get it twisted Ron will put them hands on you
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Mean what I say say what I mean like a G
Ain't no other way used to serve the fiends hella P
Talking hella yay also have the green by the tree
I get it popping like a grease pot
Deion told me drop the fire get the streets hot
Chef Ramsey how I'm cooking though
If it ain't about the money what you looking for
If you ain't got no money
If you ain't got no money
She ain't fucking with you you ain't got no money
She fucking with you you ain't got no money
Watch me stretch it like an ankle wrap
A half a pint of codeine just to take a nap
Medicated like a fat bitch
Diamonds on me dancing hitting backflips
Shining like a boulder marijuana odor
In the club tipsy looking crispy like a soda
Ice looking polar swinging from my shoulder
Money up like it gulped a fresh cup of Folgers
Ever caught me leaking bitch I'm in the bathroom
Rings on a nigga like a raccoon
Smelling money when I roll up
Bitch try me get your throat cut
If you ain't got no money
If you ain't got no money
She ain't fucking with you you ain't got no money
She fucking with you you ain't got no money
Hey ho hey ho
Hey ho hey ho
Huh what yea huh
What yea huh yea
Shake it for the folks
Shake it for the folks
Shake it for the folks
Shake it for the folks
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Writer(s): Terone Buress
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