Will Wokup - Ain't Playin' (Don't Play x Travis Scott ft. Big Sean remix) lyrics

Hook Drink slow to feed the nose You know he likes to get blown Has he got enough money to spend? I ain't playin wit them n***as at all Leave? No, he's to and fro He doesn't like it when the girls go Has he got enough money to spend? I ain't playin wit these n***as I ain't playin wit these n***as I ain't playin wit these b**hes I ain't playin wit these n***as at all Trynna bring me down while Im picking up the ball Reps Up P Town, I ain't shopping at the mall anymore I need more dough tho ho f** around, I go Rocky Throwing shots? Let it pop Papi! Im the man like Champagne Smackin the sh** outta these n***as in these skinny pants Thats Rocky, we be mobbin, sellin Bobby They call me Nino, cause I got that white And I got that Brown, let these motherf**ers burn I can take you out, I can put you on Real n***as movin quiet Got that loud, already sold a key of ounce Still grindin, Hallelujah Im alive and Im bout to do you Send yo chains back to the j**eler You fake my n***a what d'you think you doin? f**in wit a n***a like me? Well my n***a, tho, I think you shouldn't My n***as they related to some shootings End up dead on TV So I stay strapped, Always Strive And Prosper Stay trappin, motherf** impostors Real Hook b**h dont you play me dont you try me I need the exact amount, ho eye to eye me Im a boss, b**h I ain't trynna rip you off Just trynna feed my bank account I be leanin, smokin, drinkin, spittin, chill in my traphouse And guaranteed that I be getting it Come and witness, on my momma Addin commas on commas, just sent yo girl in a coma Cause she was s**ing on my co*k She knows that Im on the come up That Imma blow up soon, shes blowin up my phone While I pour up this liquor in my cup Toastin to the good life and cowards who won't do sh** But hatin, talking behind my back like a nunchuk Foolin around in the Bentley Know how to drive tho I barely Putting it deep in her belly Real he really is, sh**s Willay Real Hook