I Aint Hatin
I might give a critique I ain't hatin
Young nigga bitch you know I been gettin paper
Money on the flo I told the bitch I'll see you later
Light-skinned bitch pretty face with the braces
And her hair did and her nails too
Slim thick nice body and her eyes blue
You was textin' bitches but they never fell through
Lil' stupid-ass nigga shoulda took notes to school
She fuck with the way I move move I'm always movin' different
Feel I gotta keep a leg up on you niggas
See me out there tryna shoot shoot Now they tryna shoot
cause they peepin' I'm ahead of all them niggas
Growin up granny used to tell me keep my head inside them books
But somehow I always ended in the streets
With the fast money comin' in and the fiends coming late
Sometimes it was gettin hard to sleep
Cause back then bro was trippin I thank God he was the one that put me on
The moment he felt his shit was tapped he got a different phone
Niggas play a role in your face but try to get you gone
Catch you when you up bands you surprised thought this was your mans
Niggas fuckin' up and switchin' up the plans I'm tryna get it how I can
Ain't no fake love ain't into shakin' hands if you ain't solid you'll never understand
Young nigga bitch you know I been gettin paper
Money on the flo I told the bitch I'll see you later
Light-skinned bitch pretty face with the braces
And her hair did and her nails too
Slim thick nice body and her eyes blue
You was textin' bitches but they never fell through
Lil' stupid-ass nigga shoulda took notes to school
She fuck with the way I move move I'm always movin' different
Feel I gotta keep a leg up on you niggas
See me out there tryna shoot shoot Now they tryna shoot
cause they peepin' I'm ahead of all them niggas
Growin up granny used to tell me keep my head inside them books
But somehow I always ended in the streets
With the fast money comin' in and the fiends coming late
Sometimes it was gettin hard to sleep
Cause back then bro was trippin I thank God he was the one that put me on
The moment he felt his shit was tapped he got a different phone
Niggas play a role in your face but try to get you gone
Catch you when you up bands you surprised thought this was your mans
Niggas fuckin' up and switchin' up the plans I'm tryna get it how I can
Ain't no fake love ain't into shakin' hands if you ain't solid you'll never understand
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Writer(s): Ct Bandz
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