Webbie - Ya'll Ain't Makin’ No Money lyrics

Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin
Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin
Hit the hood got a bag of that this mornin
Know im livin' good all them dog hoes on me
Good dope sells all over my phone
Know im finna keep it gangsta
All over this song
Got my hands all over this chrome
Nigga act hard all day long mayne fuck that
Mayne i'll put it on my chain
You won't bust a gat
Mayne let me take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya
Hand ya'll don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil
Dude this grown man shit
Why is you sayin shit, who is you playin wit
I got a big house, who is you stayin wit
Till you can spend this type
Of shit on ya wrist
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't really doin nothin
Ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't really doin nothin
Ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't really doin nothin
Ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't really doin nothin
Ya'll just fuckin around

You saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip
Music with the big rims, boy you a trip
If you knew what i was worth
Boy i bet you would flip
And the majority of these bitches
I done already ripped
These hoes rippin off a pimp (what)
Tell that bitch stock earings hit me for
A block to the wrist watch

Got a couple niggas up in jail
They ain't gettin out
Webbie young savage trill fam
We ain't sittin out
Had my wife beater and my
Braclets and my pants on
Bitch i still had 85 grand on
Think i ain't demonic gettin on
Then ya damn wrong play with me
I wouldn't even take a chance on it
Bitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin long
Devil ass niggas ive been tryin
Not to stand on em mayne im hot
Mayne ya'll need to turn tha fan on

We hit tha spot and get to blowin it
Pourin it we gettin money like we growin it
A lot of hunnid 50 dolla
Bottles got us pourin it
Drankin till im throwin it
I'll see ya'll in the morning
See me put the tag in the window
Just soarin it
My hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin it
All im sayin, man don't complain
I'll ruin it
I'll clean a hunnid grand out tha
Trunk and put you in it
Bitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake
A minute late album waitin, real estate
Nigga ate like a buffet
And i just got tha new J's
These go good with my new shades
Stopped by the shop, got a new fade
Gotta thank god for
Straight to the hood to see some new cake
Aye that crown will mess with my shake
No matter where you go ima stay in yo place
If you ain't gettin no money
Better stay in your place
Grim don't stop then we goin all day
So iced out, it been snowin all day
Trill ent and we goin all day
Ya'll niggas broke and it's all in ya'll face