Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money (Amended Album Version) By Webbie

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Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money (Amended Album Version)

Webbie

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Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin'
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin'
Hear my girl talk a lil' mess this mornin'
Hit the hood got a bag of that this mornin'

Know I'm livin' good all them dog hoes on me
Good dope sells all over my phone
Know I'm finna keep it gangsta all over this song
Got my hands all over this chrome

Nigga act hard all day long man fuck that
Man I'll put it on my chain you won't bust a gat
Man let me take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy

Half a mil' cash in ya hand y'all don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil' dude this grown man shit
Why is you sayin' shit, who is you playin' with
I got a big house, who is you stayin' with
'Til you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist

[Chorus]
Y'a'll ain't makin' no money, y'all ain't makin' no money
Y'all ain't really doin' nothin', y'all ain't thuggin', y'all stuntin'
Y'all ain't makin' no money, y'all ain't makin' no money
Y'all ain't really doin' nothin', y'all ain't thuggin', y'all stuntin'
Y'all ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin' no money
Y'all ain't really doin' nothin', ya'll ain't thuggin', y'all stuntin'
Y'all ain't makin no money, y'all ain't makin no money
Y'all ain't really doin nothin, y'all just fuckin around

You saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip
Music with the big rims, boy you a trip
If you knew what I was worth boy I bet you would flip
And the majority of these bitches I done already ripped

These hoes rippin' off a pimp (what!)
Tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin' out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't sittin' out

Had my wife beater and my bracelets and my pants on
Bitch I still had 85 grand on
Think I ain't demonic gettin' on then ya damn wrong
Play with me, I wouldn't even take a chance on it

Bitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin' long
Devil ass niggas I've been tryin' not to stand on em
Mayne I'm hot, man y'all need to turn the fan on

[Chorus]

We hit the spot and get to blowin' it, pourin' it
We gettin' money like we growin' it
A lot of 150 dollar bottles got us pourin' it
Drinkin' 'til I'm throwin' it, I'll see y'all in the morning

See me put the tag in the window, just soarin' it
My hips say I warn ya, my whip say I'm doin' it
All I'm sayin', man don't complain, I'll ruin it
I'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in it

Bitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late
Album waitin', real estate, nigga ate like a buffet
And I just got the new J's, these go good with my new shades
Stopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for [unknown]

Straight to the hood to see some new cake
Aye that crown will mess with my shake
No matter where you go I'm a stay in yo place
If you ain't gettin' no money better stay in your place

Grim don't stop then we goin' all day
So iced out, it been snowin' all day
Trill ent and we goin' all day
Y'all niggas broke and it's all in y'all face

[Chorus]

Written By GRADNEY, WEBSTER / ALLEN, JEREMY / UNKNOWN COMPOSER, AUTHOR

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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