Ain’t Sweet lyrics

[Intro]
No brick, I gotta get point
Ayy

[Chorus: Buddy]
This sh*t ain't cheap (Cheap)
n*gga, this sh*t ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her n*gga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that n*gga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
f*ck your blunt, that sh*t ain't weed (Eugh)

[Verse 1: Buddy]
Your sh*t ain't hot, it's cold (It's cold)
That b*tch ain't new, she old (She old)
That n*gga ain't rich, he broke (He broke)
Not feelin' it, no
My sh*t ain't clean (Clean)
It's dirty (Dirty), she dirty (Dirty)
She's thirsty (Thirsty), reversed it (Reversed it)
She twerkin' (Twerkin'), she perfect, ayy

[Chorus: Buddy]
This sh*t ain't cheap (Cheap)
n*gga, this sh*t ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her n*gga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that n*gga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
f*ck your blunt, that sh*t ain't weed (Eugh)
[Bridge: Buddy]
I'm 'bout to roll this motherf*ckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough

[Verse 2: Matt Ox]
Hold up, got my doors up
Rolls up with the window up
Hop in the Rover, no I don't know ya
Diamonds get colder, my neck all froze up
I got my own bucks, no, I don't owe ya
These boys don't know nothin', and I been told ya
I'm a cash blower, blow up, blow up
Your pockets gettin' lower, lower, lower
Boy, I been told ya, I get my dough up
That boy a folder, no, he don't know us
Your money move slower, you gotta get closer
You burnt like a toaster, hop out the Rolls, skrrt
I'ma just go first, ain't no hearse
I don't know her, but she got posters
She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt
But I know she just want cash up in her purse

[Chorus: Buddy]
Ayy, this sh*t ain't cheap (Cheap)
n*gga, this sh*t ain't sweet (Sweet)
She mad her n*gga ain't me (Ain't me)
He soft, that n*gga ain't street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG's only smoke OG (Yeah)
f*ck your blunt, that sh*t ain't weed (Eugh)
[Bridge: Buddy]
I'm 'bout to roll this motherf*ckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
I'm 'bout to roll this motherf*ckin' blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin' me up
We mixin' potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough