Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aint Me, artist - Erick Sermon.
Date of issue: 15.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aint Me |
Check one, two, ummm… yeah…huh…yeah.huh |
Yeah! |
Long Island! |
Huh! |
Listen! |
Yeah! |
I be gettin looks and such when I be walkin |
Able to bag any chick, when I start talkin |
Even white boys be sayin yo E’s awesome |
Yeah I got jewels but no need to floss 'em |
And I got friends got no need to cross 'em |
Or Rick Ross 'em that means to boss 'em |
I love the world so I take flights often |
And I’m goin anywhere don’t matter what the cost and… |
My life’s a movie, you tryin to make one (HUH!) |
Up in the club with Bus shootin the fake one |
No director, but you got extras |
Chick define textures, all up in your sectors |
'Cause sure you ain’t fly, but that’s what I be lookin at |
My boy was in the spot, where your chain got tooken at |
Live from the streets ain’t no need to C-Span |
The most respected, remember you ain’t me man |
When I walk in the place they like (OH!) Flash my cash the girls be like |
(AHHHHH!!!) |
'Cause I be doin it (WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL!) |
I’m a tell you one time, remember you ain’t me man |
'Cause you don’t cash them checks, you can’t look this fresh |
Mostly in 550 you don’t fly this jet |
E’vrything brand new you ain’t seen this yet |
I’m a say it one time, remember you ain’t me man |
I’m on top of the game no tops on the car |
Low top Louis untied no socks |
On top of your bitch, she holla off top |
Dope top of the line see the shine on the top |
Hundred chickens in the kitchen I’m addicted to the (Smell!) |
Every hundred thousand digits boy stop it (Inhale!) |
Big Coupes in the front (Front!) The boats in the back (Back) |
Pool on the roof (What!) Smokin anthrax |
Money don’t stop (Stop!) Gunners on lock (Lock!) |
The range for the cops so your woman gettin shot (OWWWWW!!!) |
Nobody move and nobody gettin murdered |
I talk big money 'cause that boy gettin word |
Money come in bags (Bags!) Count it on the floor |
'Til we take it to the club and we pourin on a hoe |
And they bring it back to me they know that daddy love his dough |
Get the powder up their nose they know that daddy got a load |
When I walk in the place they like (OH!) Flash my cash the girls be like |
(AHHHHH!!!) |
'Cause I be doin it (WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL!) |
I’m a tell you one time, remember you ain’t me man |
'Cause you don’t cash them checks, you can’t look this fresh |
Mostly in 550 you don’t fly this jet |
E’vrything brand new you ain’t seen this yet |
I’m a say it one time, remember you ain’t me man |
Enough with that now, back to the feature |
No c&aign or change for this speaker |
Yes I can I’m a do it 'til I’m older |
Somewhere around 50, MJ or Oprah |
Russell Simmons, Madonna, Chuck D or Bono |
Fly motherfucker and they don’t ask condos |
Somewhere up in midtown, up in Times Square |
When nobody around but me and that there (HUH!) |
It could be a maid (Yeah!) It could be a butler (YES!) |
It could be a chick (HUH!) She could be a hustler |
I’m somethin like Larry, Flint but tougher |
No wheelchair, it’s a Leer Jet plusher |
All haters suffer, that’s me sayin that |
Don’t make a mistake man 'cause I ain’t okayin that |
Way before Wayne you could bet, I was stayin strapped |
Now I’m up in Ceaser, craps where I’m playin at |
When I walk in the place they like (OH!) Flash my cash the girls be like |
(AHHHHH!!!) |
'Cause I be doin it (WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL!) |
I’m a tell you one time, remember you ain’t me man |
'Cause you don’t cash them checks, you can’t look this fresh |
Mostly in 550 you don’t fly this jet |
E’vrything brand new you ain’t seen this yet |
I’m a say it one time, remember you ain’t me man |