Ys Trakkz - Damn Well Ain't lyrics

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Got lames want to be k**ers Hoes want to be wise n***as say he f**ing with me I'm the hottest n***a around this motherf**er You could bet the bet the paint n***as say they hundred n***as say they real b**hes fake want to marry me but they can't Say you getting money say you like to stunt Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt [Verse1: MoneyBagg Yo] I'm the one that stayed down when a n***a didn't f** you mad at me for I just had to boss up then I made the move homie like the lease up Been served the streets this the re-up If I'm the dope then I'm A1 Hustle took a n***a around Akon These n***as p**y where your tampon Damn well you ain't , Acting like you k**er Talking like you gone spray some Swear to God for the love of me I have them goonies in the hoodie like Trayvon Kicking sh** with an innocent acting b**h knowing damn well she gone f** some And we ain't gone make it no more than that Cause no hoe I ain't the come up n***as try to make anything sound real No that ain't how I come up b**hes out here doing anything for a pill Yeah like to get drugged up HD diamonds and they flawless just like a n***a mane b**h And she been tripping lately Told her the toilet need me I'm the sh** [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Got lames want to be k**ers Hoes want to be wise n***as say he f**ing with me I'm the hottest n***a around this motherf**er You could bet the bet the paint n***as say they hundred n***as say they real b**hes fake want to marry me but they can't Say you getting money say you like to stunt Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt [Verse2: MoneyBagg Yo] What's all the hating about What's the commotion You can't be mad cause a young n***a focused I be to myself cause they be on some more sh** On some one hundred sh** mane them n***as there bogus I'm Stephen Curry ain't a n***a that can hold me Cuban link and Roley call them dope boy trophies They was sleep I woke them up like Folgers You can have that b**h mane I just needed some closure I just f**ed off some bands on my close ones Going everywhere where they said I couldn't go in Like a stop sign mane I'm in your hood posted This the yellow and purp mane I'm sipping that Kobe In the kitchen mane I got more whips than Toby Got old bread I'm surprised it ain't molded Everybody real knowing damn well they ain't Streets the wrong place to look for love Yeah you stunting hard Yeah you sipping mud Knowing damn well boy you owe the plug Want to try to do the same sh** I'm doing Knowing damn well you ain't got the cook up Weed, lean, pills, name the product Master P nem, I got the hook up [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Got lames want to be k**ers Hoes want to be wise n***as say he f**ing with me I'm the hottest n***a around this motherf**er You could bet the bet the paint n***as say they hundred n***as say they real b**hes fake want to marry me but they can't Say you getting money say you like to stunt Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt