He Ain’t Shit

[Verse 1: Charley Hood]
We poppin bottles all night
In the club all night
Got weed, got Lean, Codeine mixed with sprite
I'm attracted to hoes, cause hoes make money
Not gold diggers though, cause they try to take from me
Them other bitches [?] them hoes acting funny
At the end of the day, all them girls love me
Bitch, you must not know my name
Young nigga though, and my wrist insane
I'm getting green like a caterpiller
My butterflys make it rain on a stripper
Break it down, back to back, get another swisher
[?] last shot, Derric Fisher
I'm talking [?] strapped all the time though
Just in case a fuck nigga tryna act though
Anyway, I'm getting payed
[?]
[?] I yell it in this motherfucker

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitch I'm getting payed
You getting minomom wage
Girl you know you need a real nigga
Stop dealing with them lames
She be talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit
He ain't shit
Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit
He ain't shit
Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit, he ain't shit

[Verse 2: Charley Hood]
Choose up girl, come ride with the youngin
Come hang around me, and get addicted to thuggin
Never insecure, no I ain't cuffin
Got you wearing red, saying su-wu, you blushing
Got stacks, racks
Packs on top of packs
Took her to my crib, and we did it to relax
I don't chase, girl I play catch
Just whatever though, I'm turnt to the max
Girl what you gon do when we pull up on you?
Smellin like money, smoking [?] too
Bottles of Patrone [?]
Swagger so sick, it got the meezles
Pockets stay swolen, pills keep me going
Yeah I'm up all night, like 8 in the morning
Cash I'm just blowing, I'm pimpin, she hoeing
My cash stay going

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Bitch I'm getting payed
You getting minomom wage
Girl you know you need a real nigga
Stop dealing with them lames
She be talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit
He ain't shit
Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit
He ain't shit
Talkin bout her nigga like he ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit, he ain't shit