Chuckie CEO, Icewear Vezzo - U Ain’t Having lyrics

(Bandplay) ooh
Look, real yeah, yeah
Man, we ain't even go do no test line
Just keep it goin' huh

Yeah, rich for real 'Fore I crack a pint
I had to switch the seal
Up the numbers, million dollar meetings
Time to fix the deal
Reckless shooters, they ain't got no chill
Just up the blick and kill
Drive new Cullinan right off the lot
I can't forget the wheels
Bust the Patek, I don't want no Rollie
I come Richard Mille
Ain't got no time for kissin' or no huggin'
Suck my dick and chill
Eighties baby, aunty smokin' crack
But I just stick to pills
Fuck around and catch domestic V
I bust my wrist for real

Yeah, you ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Drank God)
You ain't havin', nigga (What?)
You ain't havin', nigga (yeah)
Run me up a check, no
I ain't through with trappin', nigga
(Uh, uh)

Dog was talkin' wet, this shit ain't safе
We on his ass now
If I bump into an opp, I got my stick
I'm whippin' mag out
Don't need no mask, get off my shit
I be donе crashed out
This lil' freaky bitch tryna fuck
She whip her ass out
Huh, bro, I don't fuck around
(Uh, uh) , I don't play with niggas
Just bought a baby Drac' and a K
I'm 'bout to spray some niggas
Like dude broke, we catch his mans
He gon' pay for niggas
If it's money on the floor
I'm on the way like it's a race to get it
Bitch, it's Iced Up Records
Bitch, we trippin', we the new Rich Gang
Bitch, my niggas wild and reckless
Don't hit houses, boy, we hit brains
We can do this shit tonight since
He don't believe his shit stink
My lil' shawty bad as hell, she a superfreak
No Rick James

You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Drank God)
You ain't havin', nigga (What?)
You ain't havin', nigga (yeah)
Run me up a check, no
I ain't through with trappin', nigga
(Uh, uh) you ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Nah)
You ain't havin', nigga (Drank God)
You ain't havin', nigga (What?)
You ain't havin', nigga (yeah)
Run me up a check, no
I ain't through with trappin', nigga
(Uh, uh)