Aint No Fun lyrics

[Chorus]
Said, baby, won't you pull with some b*tches for my n*ggas?
We got money, we got weed, if they fine we got liquor
All my dogs real, I don't know no hoe n*ggas
And we got all b*tches, take 'em from the broke n*ggas (Man, play that sh*t, Zero)

[Verse 1]
Pull up with your homegirls, we at the Bnb
We ain't lettin' in no weak hoes, baby, I'ma keep it G
Want you to bring them freak hoes that go out every week
The ones mad at her man, the one that drinkin' Henn
The one who got that Benz, we like bad b*tches
pus*y fire, finna buy that hoe a bag b*tches
Love them freak freaks, them talk sh*t, them mad b*tches
Them thick b*tches or them skinny with the ass b*tches

[Refrain]
Pop that pus*y, shorty, show 'em how you do that
I'ma thugger, baby, I be with the thugs
It’s gangster party, we brought all the guns
It ain't a Murda beat but we brought all the drums in
f*ck your n*gga, we don’t care 'bout who he f*ck with, we'll rob him
You don't want to go home? Spend the night then
Baby, we some real n*ggas, we ain't like them
Gas your friend up like she need a hype man
[Chorus]
Said, baby, won't you pull with some b*tches for my n*ggas?
We got money, we got weed, if they fine we got liquor
All my dogs real, I don't know no hoe n*ggas
And we got all b*tches, take 'em from the broke n*ggas

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we from the trenches but we like sadiddy b*tches
Keep your hair and nails done pretty b*tches
Pop that pus*y for that Snap and for that IG
Pop that pus*y for real n*gga like me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dripped up, my whole fit Givenchy
I'm that n*gga in the city so she want me
She heard I just went up a milli so she on me
Baby, pull up with your fine ass
She said, "It’s D'ussé in your cup, n*gga, where mines at?"
I seen you kiss your homegirl, baby, where mines at?
I used to f*ck your homegirl but it ain't like that
Oh, you like girls too? Oh yeah, I like that

[Refrain]
Pop that pus*y, shorty, show 'em how you do that
I'ma thugger, baby, I be with the thugs
It’s gangster party, we brought all the guns
It ain't a Murda beat but we brought all the drums in
f*ck your n*gga, we don’t care 'bout who he f*ck with, we'll rob him
You don't want to go home? Spend the night then
Baby, we some real n*ggas, we ain't like them
Gas your friend up like she need a hype man
[Chorus]
Said, baby, won't you pull with some b*tches for my n*ggas?
We got money, we got weed, if they fine we got liquor
All my dogs real, I don't know no hoe n*ggas
And we got all b*tches, take 'em from the broke n*ggas

[Verse 3]
Said, baby, what you want? We finna bust a Bnb
You know we got them swipes so everything up for the free
Just meet me in the backroom, don't let nobody see
Said you was in the bathroom, don't say you were with me
Yeah, pull up with your homegirls, we at the Bnb
We ain't lettin' in no weak hoes, baby, I'ma keep it G
Want you to bring them freak hoes that go out every week
The ones mad at her man, the one that drinkin' Henn
The one who got that Benz, we like bad b*tches
pus*y fire, finna buy that hoe a bag b*tches
Love them freak freaks, them talk sh*t, them mad b*tches
Them thick b*tches or them skinny with the ass b*tches
Woah, woah, woah, woah