Ain?t No
ft. Lee Mazin
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
Yes, VVS is singing, necklace
She fly, I make the next bitch see the exit
In other words she could be my ex bitch
His and hers for us
Every time we fuck she get a rush
We cant get enough, back to back, she get enough
Shorty swag drip, broke niggas cant bag this
No Michelle, just Chanel for my bad bitch
Big engines, big Benzes
If she walking, she walking in six inches
She dont play about her fitness
Aint nothing like a young bad bitch about her business
Put in work and she transport work
She get busy, baddest lil bitch in my city
She aint the type thats going through divorces
Take the cause, she gonna stand tall and take the charge
Aint no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you better
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keep you in diamonds and leather
Friends are telling me I should leave you alone
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
A man of their own, a man of their own
Niggas staying as fly as this, no lie
Cant do it as hot as this, they try
North Philadelph, I be that young nigga, see
Niggas cant dance, I tell em bump switches Lee
What up, C? Just keep me laced in the illest mix
Been growing dough, Chanel with Lauren smell
Back in the day was a buck in the villy
He schooled me up, taught me well cause the dough was realer
Im talking Prada blue, rockaware suits and all that
The all-white Nikes with the Guccis all black
And I was too young telling you to fall back
You caught my mind, not Im telling you call back
But now Im riding harder than Keysh and Berny
With my lil douce douce, bricks up in the telly
Now its custom made with the Birkin shades
And snakes skin by the order, how my purse is made
And now its sip champagne, eating sushi, make movies in Jacuzzi
Blow Ls while you do me, thats ball shit
And back when Big was rocking Gucci sweaters
Them other niggas couldnt do me better
So I just let them lames, go ahead and let them lames know the product of your name
We watch tonight and then we back on the plane
Back to the money, get that paper, stacking it slow
Them other chicks are other chicks and now Im letting them know
Aint no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you better
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keep you in diamonds and leather
Friends are telling me I should leave you alone
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
A man of their own, a man of their own