Ty Dolla $ign - Ain’t You lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ty Dolla $ign - Ain’t You lyrics]
Mustard on that beat, ho
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
That nigga fake, his Rollie tickin'
(Tick, tick)
He a mark, he a Mickey (He a Mickey)
Still coppin' twenties and fifties
(Twenties and fifties)
Tell security he is not with me (Not with me)
And no, he can't hit my marijuana
(Marijuana) better not touch these bottles
(These bottles)
In the club, stuntin' like a ballplayer
(Ballplayer)
He a fuck boy, not a player (Not a player)
Never trust hoes, never trust niggas
(Never trust niggas)
Tell that nigga I don't fuck with him
(Fuck with him, woah)
He a bitch, he be sneak dissin'
(Sneak dissing', hey)
Catch him slippin', let the homies get him
(Homies get him)
Tell them rude girls run titties (Run titles)
Pussy rule the world, then I'm king (King)
Boss bitch, yeah, the real kind (Real kind)
Yeah, you're fuckin' with a real one (Oh)
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
Woah, why IIII it ain't you
You don't even know what to do
Oh oh, why, why, why, why, why, why
Straight fail took 'em back, you a L (Oh)
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
That nigga fake, his Rollie tickin'
(Tick, tick)
He a mark, he a Mickey (He a Mickey)
Still coppin' twenties and fifties
(Twenties and fifties)
Tell security he is not with me (Not with me)
And no, he can't hit my marijuana
(Marijuana) better not touch these bottles
(These bottles)
In the club, stuntin' like a ballplayer
(Ballplayer)
He a fuck boy, not a player (Not a player)
Never trust hoes, never trust niggas
(Never trust niggas)
Tell that nigga I don't fuck with him
(Fuck with him, woah)
He a bitch, he be sneak dissin'
(Sneak dissing', hey)
Catch him slippin', let the homies get him
(Homies get him)
Tell them rude girls run titties (Run titles)
Pussy rule the world, then I'm king (King)
Boss bitch, yeah, the real kind (Real kind)
Yeah, you're fuckin' with a real one (Oh)
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah
Woah, why IIII it ain't you
You don't even know what to do
Oh oh, why, why, why, why, why, why
Straight fail took 'em back, you a L (Oh)
Nigga swear he a boss (He a boss)
Still livin' with his moms (With his moms)
Stay fresh though (Fresh though)
And you wonder why it ain't you
(Oh, ooh, oh)
Why it ain't you (Oh, ooh, oh) yeah, yeah