AINT NUN Lyrics

Let's go (ayeeee)

Yea yea yea let's go

Blrrrrt mhm trap check

Chris Choice the only choice lil bitch

Damn

Woke up thinking bout money

Counting out hundreds all this month (racks)

Donut out the lot

Roll up gumbo when it's brunch (skrt skrt)

Pull up on her and her friend

They like damn that's how you stunt (damn)

This lil shit ain't nun

Bitch his lil shit ain't nun (let's go)

She got plenty booty come and clap it (clap it)

Know I love a ratchet

Get the lace front turn her backwards (yea)

See the way my diamonds shining lights camera action (let's go)

Chris don't do no acting (no no)

Keep a pack no fanny (yea)

Throwing rubberbandys

Country boy like David Banner

Popping shit the country grammar

Racks my Girlfriend Kelsey Grammer

Champion ring hanging up banners

Running up numbers look at my data

Burn up the loud turn down the chatter

Whenever I hear them I turn them to Casper

Put out the Urkle family matter (yeah)

Damn she badder (she bad)

I'ma get at her (yea)

Grab my saddle (huh)

Ride that stallion Megan

I don't even do no begging

Call on me when you ready (blrrrt)

Back to the fetti

Boy I got cake like a wedding

Pass out getting that becky

Woke up thinking bout money

Counting out hundreds all this month (racks)

Donut out the lot

Roll up gumbo when it's brunch (smoke)

Pull up on her and her friend

They like damn that's how you stunt (damn)

This lil shit ain't nun

Bitch his lil shit ain't nun (let's go)

Went to sleep and dreamed I pull McLaren off the lot (skrrt)

Woke up with the Glock

I might go air some niggas out

Drop the top get some top

She say damn that hit the spot

I ain't playing with a thot

I like playing with the guap (racks)

Only choice rent the rolls Royce

Rev the motor make some noise

Make her tap and lose her voice

From the back she jump with joy

Pull her track she yelling more

Call a play Kellen Moore

Chris be strapped cowboy

I'm a young wild boy

Got the sauce ain't talking soy

I'm a boss I keep my poise

Heard some niggas talking poison

I'll pull up on them Forgi's

Nike sweats I'm cozy

My lil bitch be acting nosey

Never sleep or something stolen

Woke up thinking bout money

Counting out hundreds all this month (racks)

Donut out the lot

Roll up gumbo when it's brunch (smoke)

Pull up on her and her friend

They like damn that's how you stunt (damn)

This lil shit ain't nun

Bitch his lil shit ain't nun (let's go)

Boy you ain't getting no money

With your lil scrawny ass

Let me tell you something

If anybody getting money in this house

It's supposed to be me

I gets the money

I gets the paper

I gets the cheese ya understand me