He Ain't Shit

[Verse 1: Charley Hood] We poppin bottles all night In the club all night Got weed, got Lean, Codeine mixed with sprite I'm attracted to hoes, cause hoes make money Not gold diggers though, cause they try to take from me Them other bitches [?] them hoes acting funny At the end of the day, all them girls love me Bitch, you must not know my name Young nigga though, and my wrist insane I'm getting green like a caterpiller My butterflys make it rain on a stripper Break it down, back to back, get another swisher [?] last shot, Derric Fisher I'm talking [?] strapped all the time though Just in case a fuck nigga tryna act though Anyway, I'm getting payed [?] [?] I yell it in this motherfucker [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bitch I'm getting payed You getting minomom wage Girl you know you need a real nigga Stop dealing with them lames She be talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit He ain't shit Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit He ain't shit Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit He ain't shit He ain't shit, he ain't shit [Verse 2: Charley Hood] Choose up girl, come ride with the youngin Come hang around me, and get addicted to thuggin Never insecure, no I ain't cuffin Got you wearing red, saying su-wu, you blushing Got stacks, racks Packs on top of packs Took her to my crib, and we did it to relax I don't chase, girl I play catch Just whatever though, I'm turnt to the max Girl what you gon do when we pull up on you? Smellin like money, smoking [?] too Bottles of Patrone [?] Swagger so sick, it got the meezles Pockets stay swolen, pills keep me going Yeah I'm up all night, like 8 in the morning Cash I'm just blowing, I'm pimpin, she hoeing My cash stay going [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bitch I'm getting payed You getting minomom wage Girl you know you need a real nigga Stop dealing with them lames She be talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit He ain't shit Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit He ain't shit Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit He ain't shit He ain't shit, he ain't shit