ain't have it - tme nana, matches, vendetta & jay critch lyrics
[verse 1: ?]
i remember days i ain’t have it
i was on my ass, made a play like magic
riding on your ass, with the lasers flashing
i’ma do the dash in the latest fashion
ain’t nothing new, what i say, it get tragic
hundreds, they blue, boy, i don’t do the flagging
chop the top off the roof, get to blasting
i got the guap, in the booth, get to spazzing
i was in a daze, having dreams ’bout the patek
different color chains, stacking change in the attic
brodie, take your brain, if you thinking you a savage
b*tches be insane, i ain’t thinking ’bout no marriage
you can’t be my main, i ain’t giving out no status
i don’t know her name, now she looking all еmbarrassed
switching on the gang, like thе opps, you gon’ perish
put a plain jane on a watch, now they staring
she want me to slow down, i was never caring
you won’t get your ho now, i was never sharing
all these hoes be low down, you won’t catch me near
brodie, we got more rounds, run up if you daring
she just wanna catch a vibe with a rich n*gga, yeah
i can’t give you all my time, money six figures (yeah)
i keep money on my mind, not no b*tch n*gga, yeah
brodie do the time, ain’t no snitch n*gga, yeah
[verse 2: jay critch]
i came from a dime, seeing six figures, yeah (ayy)
i came from the trap, man, the crib like [?] (yeah)
that money growing faster than my hair
shooters spin the side, get him lifted in the air
christian dior, gotta switch up the pair
these n*ggas goofy, i can’t be around it
[?] keys, i was moving the pounds in
[?] my keys, but i can’t leave without it
keys to the benz, but i came from the honda (came from the honda)
i pull up presidential, like obama do
that p*ssy she got is phenomenal (ayy)
for that money, she do what she gotta do (she gotta do)
but she better not be thinking i’m a fool (better not)
bro went [?] he made the news
i was [?] time to lose
got a bucket and i started wilding (i started wilding)
i got more bucks around me than [?]
oh, ten toes in this sh*t like my shoestrings
please, don’t make me [?] shoot things
had to chill on that drink, gave me mood swings (in that lean)
and when we in the spots, b*tches be thinking we hooping
two chops and two beams, it cost me two g’s
count up my money, it’s soothing
two b*tches blend like a smoothie (two b*tches blend like a)
[verse 3: ?]
[?] raised a r.p.m. n*gga [?]
and i stay on my sh*t, ’cause the time do not wait
let me know what you want, we got all kind of plates
and this sh*t ain’t a [?], we do this every day
and i gotta do some, i got no time to stay
then i go hit the [?], gotta bust a play
no l’s [?]
how you telling and get him locked [?]
get that sh*t in for the low, then we sell it for the high
if a n*gga try get low, then we hit him with the five
two percocets, i’m activated, i ain’t even tired
[?]
hit another flight [?] somewhere in the sky
knew it wasn’t right, so tell me, why’d you even try?
said she want [?] i’m a different type of guy
[verse 4: ?]
still remember days when a n*gga ain’t have it
it ain’t just come to me, i had to grab it
[?] midwest, i play for the mavericks
ds on the chest but we can’t get married
say i’m a, say i’m a savage
you wanna sit in the back, i work to the front, it ain’t folding my lap
just out here chasing a pack, i get a new [?] and i’m back
the money, i’m way too attached
tell that b*tch get off my back
you don’t love me, you love racks
[?] nothing else outside of that
scamming and scamming and scamming, ’til we came home with some racks
all of my losses, i got it back
we turned to bosses and that’s a fact
i could never force, it gotta move [?] (okay, okay)
gotta maneuver the trap
and i maneuver like [?]
on the walls with a shooter in back
and i’m with the same crew like a [?]
[outro]
[?] midwest, i play for the mavericks
ds on the chest but we can’t get married
say i’m a, say i’m a savage
you wanna sit in the back, i work to the front, it ain’t folding my lap
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