Текст MO3 – That Ain’t It

I’m gettin’ money, why they won’t leave me alone? Yeah, uh
Your bitch keep callin’, blowin’ up my phone, yeah
Splurge the God made another one (Oh, yeah)
Why, I, I, I

They hurt my feelings, everybody say I’m trippin’, just listen
But they won’t tell the people how they did me, this ridiculous (What?)
I got three baby mamas, the last two so ig’nant (For real)
Love calling me a deadbeat, but I take care of my children (Ha)
I got a lot of money but I play broke
Tryna keep them hoes out my business (Oh, yeah)
And when they get mad, they say, «Child support»
But I don’t need them folks in my business (For real)
My partner say he on go for me
I can see the snake all in him (Snake)
My mama say, «Stay away from ’em, they gon’ do you wrong, I feel it» (What?)
But I party hard like Mardi Gras, can’t help the way that I’m livin’ (I’m livin’)
Spent 60 bands on a Audemars, I put 30 on a new glizzy (New glizzy)
Try 100 thousand, I swear to God, I just count it down in my kitchen (My kitchen)
Tell ’em three, four whips (Skrrt), ain’t no key for my ignition (Ha)
Why, I, I, I

Ain’t no cap, that’s a fact, I got racks, yeah (Oh, I got racks)
He get clapped for that sack, I got straps, yeah (Oh, I got straps)
All that goofy shit y’all doin’, that ain’t it, that ain’t it
That ain’t it, that ain’t it
That, that, that, that ain’t it, oh, that ain’t it
I’m gettin’ money, why they won’t leave me alone? Yeah (Hello?)
Your bitch keep callin’, blowin’ up my phone, yeah
But that ain’t it, that ain’t it
That ain’t it, that ain’t it
That ain’t it, that ain’t it

I get tired of these messy hoes (They messy), doin’ shit (Huh?)
Don’t worry ’bout my life, baby, and who I do it with (For real)
I’m tired of gettin’ my windows fixed (What?), don’t make no sense (You bitch)
But, damn, I can’t keep blamin’ her, I gotta stop givin’ her dick (Ha)
On the block gettin’ it in, I’m gone doin’ shows
God damn, look at my wrist (What?)
Spent 100 bands in the mall (At the mall)
Cash out on the new whip (Skrrt)
All of my niggas gon’ ball (Gon’ ball)
Pull up on the kid with a stick (Bah)
And they ho drop out they jaw because I’m rich
Why, I, I, I
Boy, you a bitch, ain’t take your lick, lick, that ain’t it (Oh, that ain’t it)
‘Posed to be steel, but told them crackers, you a snitch (Oh, that ain’t it)
Fuckin’ on your homegirl, nigga, but she ‘posed to be your friend
And when that ho get mad, she on Facebook tellin’ her business
Why, I, I, I

Ain’t no cap, that’s a fact, I got racks, yeah (Oh, I got racks)
He get clapped for that sack, I got straps, yeah (Oh, I got straps)
All that goofy shit y’all doin’, that ain’t it, that ain’t it
That ain’t it, that ain’t it
That, that, that, that ain’t it, oh, that ain’t it
I’m gettin’ money, why they won’t leave me alone? Yeah (Hello?)
Your bitch keep callin’, blowin’ up my phone, yeah
But that ain’t it, that ain’t it
That ain’t it, that ain’t it
That ain’t it, that ain’t it
Oh, that ain’t it —