Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money, artist - Webbie. Date of issue: 25.02.2008
Song language: English
Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money |
| 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 im livin' good all them dog hoes on me |
| Good dope sells all over my phone |
| Know im finna keep it gangsta all over this song |
| Got my hands all over this chrome |
| Nigga act hard all day long mayne fuck that |
| Mayne i’ll put it on my chain you won’t bust a gat |
| Mayne let me take you to the backyard |
| Different color lacks boy |
| Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya’ll dont understand |
| Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit |
| Why is you sayin shit, who is you playin wit |
| I got a big house, who is you stayin wit |
| Till you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist |
| Ya’ll ain’t makin no money, ya’ll ain’t makin no money |
| Ya’ll ain’t really doin nothin, ya’ll ain’t thuggin, ya’ll stuntin |
| Ya’ll ain’t makin no money, ya’ll ain’t makin no money |
| Ya’ll ain’t really doin nothin, ya’ll ain’t thuggin, ya’ll stuntin |
| Ya’ll ain’t makin no money, ya’ll ain’t makin no money |
| Ya’ll ain’t really doin nothin, ya’ll ain’t thuggin, ya’ll stuntin |
| Ya’ll ain’t makin no money, ya’ll ain’t makin no money |
| Ya’ll ain’t really doin nothin, ya’ll 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 braclets 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 ive been tryin not to stand on em |
| Mayne im hot, mayne ya’ll need to turn tha fan on |
| We hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin it |
| We gettin money like we growin it |
| A lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin it |
| Drankin till im throwin it, i’ll see ya’ll in the morning |
| See me put the tag in the window, just soarin it |
| My hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin it |
| All im sayin, man dont 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 tha new J’s, these go good with my new shades |
| Stopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for (?) |
| Straight to the hood to see some new cake |
| Aye that crown will mess with my shake |
| No matter where you go ima stay in yo place |
| If you ain’t gettin no money better stay in your place |
| Grim dont stop then we goin all day |
| So iced out, it been snowin all day |
| Trill ent and we goin all day |
| Ya’ll niggas broke and its all in ya’ll face |