Ain’t sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
If you ain't him, lil mama ain't even gon read your DM
You try to f*ck with her, youur chances are slim
She turning down n*ggas with money, got M's
If she ain't at work, she go right to the gym
pus*y like water, it's wet [?] swim
She keep it 100, I buy her a Benz
[?] with her friends
It's more than just having sex with her
She a loyal b*tch [?]
[?] hustle hard, I'm impressed with her
Won't let her pass me up for the next n*gga
She a [?] and she a threat n*gga
[?] ran up a check with her
She got money, but she ain't [?]
She don't know how to cheat on the set n*gga
[?]
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
You f*cking with a boss, make it count
It ain't sh*t to put [?] in her bank account
[?] take her out
Where I come from, n*ggas don't make it out
Presidential Rolex, no [?]
[?]
Might spend 50 thou at the store today
[?] but he poor today
I be double Geed down, no [?]
Got your ex n*gga really mad bout his b*tch
He be in my DM with all kind of sh*t
I just leave him unseen, I don't respond to sh*t
n*ggas know I'm really having money in the city
I don't really see you n*ggas in the city
Lamb truck, Benz truck, both 250
[?] 250
Ass fake, but you know the b*tch money real
These broke b*tches don't know how money feels
[?] I been getting money still
We used to eat [?]
Defenition of a real b*tch who hold it down
[?] hottest n*gga coming out the town
Put a smile on her face when I make her proud
She was there when you wasn't, no one else around
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch

[Verse 3: Lil Jairmy]
[?] falling in love
[?] scrub
I'm a gangsta, a playa, a gentalman thug
But I [?] taking pictures at the club
[?]
[?] the crib
Put di*k up in her ribs
Hit it from the front, and then I hit it from the reer
I'm thinking bout spoiling this b*tch cause she real
[?]
[?]
I turned it up to the max
[?] drive down the road
Then she come back with them racks
[?] I don't gotta ask
[?] play with the bands [?]
Shawty she keep it so real [?]
I put [?]
I had [?] b*tch I came with [?]
I can boss your ass up how you want in the store
[?] galore
Shawty [?] bad as can be
I don't think the b*tch look better than me
[?] with the C's
[?] hundred degrees
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
She real as it get, pretty and thick, sexy and fit
Yeah she legit, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
She don't care if you're rich, you not her man, and you don't exist
Said lil mama loyal, and she spoiled, yeah she a lick
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch
It ain't sh*t, it ain't sh*t to boss up your b*tch