Ain't Arguing Lyrics

Pone these broke ass niggas'll stress you out now

Better calm down with that shit

Niggas ain't making no money, I mean think about it

It ain't one nigga that don't like you, that make more money than you

You sitting here worrying about some nigga that ain't got no chicken to em

Man we making money over here, man it's the mob nigga

It's nah for real, hashtag nah for real at that

Yo ass trippin'

Nah forreal

Yea

Argue in your motherfuckin' tax bracket, yea

Wise words of a rich nigga

I came from nothing and still made it

Shit it hit different

I make love to my money, you like to kiss bitches (muah)

Mo hoes on a roster than Dawn Staley

I really miss the field, might say fuck retiring like Tom Brady

I'm a playa baby, I get paid to talk like Paul Heyman

I was supposed to die a couple years ago

Think I'm God's favorite, gots to thank him

Yeah, he gettin' money and don't help, and y'all blame him

Yeah, he start handing out and go broke, then y'all shame him

Yeah, could have a hundred million pennies and it still won't change me,

I'm an East Buff product, nigga mob, but he not us

He was talking real bold and real loud until he got touched

Eighty thousand in this Goyard, it's fucking up my posture

She want nah for real babies, she fell in love with a mobster

Nigga don't want no beef, I heard he vegan or somethin'

Take me on a lick, nigga I'm leaving with somethin'

It's kinda hard to talk to you, cause you ain't seen a hundred

Cuz pulled a bitch move, nigga I seen it coming

I'm hitting bad hoes in tech, my main bitch get a Van Cleft

I fly out west, we on the balcony making a mess

You ever seen 50 all blues, shit better than sex

I treat this shit like DJ Khaled, nigga you know the rest

I'm really state to state, outside trying to make a name

You was in the crib trying to play the game

I was real trying to make some change

I done seen a quarter fucking million, he can't say the same

Nigga I know real plugs

You just in the way, you don't matter like a middle name

Argue in your motherfuckin' tax bracket

Wise words of a rich nigga

I came from nothing and still made it, shit it hit different

I make love to my money, you like to kiss bitches (muah)

Nah for real boys

Hashtag nah for real

And we ain't arguing no more

I swear to God, yea