Damn Well Ain’t lyrics

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Got lames want to be killers
Hoes want to be wise
n*ggas say he f*cking with me
I'm the hottest n*gga around this motherf*cker
You could bet the bet the paint
n*ggas say they hundred
n*ggas say they real
b*tches fake want to marry me but they can't
Say you getting money say you like to stunt
Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt

[Verse1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I'm the one that stayed down when a n*gga didn't
f*ck you mad at me for
I just had to boss up then I made the move homie like the lease up
Been served the streets this the re-up
If I'm the dope then I'm A1
Hustle took a n*gga around Akon
These n*ggas pus*y where your tampon
Damn well you ain't , Acting like you killer
Talking like you gone spray some
Swear to God for the love of me I have them goonies in the hoodie like Trayvon
Kicking sh*t with an innocent acting b*tch knowing damn well she gone f*ck some
And we ain't gone make it no more than that
Cause no hoe I ain't the come up
n*ggas try to make anything sound real
No that ain't how I come up
b*tches out here doing anything for a pill
Yeah like to get drugged up
HD diamonds and they flawless just like a n*gga mane b*tch
And she been tripping lately
Told her the toilet need me
I'm the sh*t
[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Got lames want to be killers
Hoes want to be wise
n*ggas say he f*cking with me
I'm the hottest n*gga around this motherf*cker
You could bet the bet the paint
n*ggas say they hundred
n*ggas say they real
b*tches fake want to marry me but they can't
Say you getting money say you like to stunt
Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt

[Verse2: MoneyBagg Yo]
What's all the hating about
What's the commotion
You can't be mad cause a young n*gga focused
I be to myself cause they be on some more sh*t
On some one hundred sh*t mane them n*ggas there bogus
I'm Stephen Curry ain't a n*gga that can hold me
Cuban link and Roley call them dope boy trophies
They was sleep I woke them up like Folgers
You can have that b*tch mane I just needed some closure
I just f*cked off some bands on my close ones
Going everywhere where they said I couldn't go in
Like a stop sign mane I'm in your hood posted
This the yellow and purp mane I'm sipping that Kobe
In the kitchen mane I got more whips than Toby
Got old bread I'm surprised it ain't molded
Everybody real knowing damn well they ain't
Streets the wrong place to look for love
Yeah you stunting hard
Yeah you sipping mud
Knowing damn well boy you owe the plug
Want to try to do the same sh*t I'm doing
Knowing damn well you ain't got the cook up
Weed, lean, pills, name the product
Master P nem, I got the hook up
[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Got lames want to be killers
Hoes want to be wise
n*ggas say he f*cking with me
I'm the hottest n*gga around this motherf*cker
You could bet the bet the paint
n*ggas say they hundred
n*ggas say they real
b*tches fake want to marry me but they can't
Say you getting money say you like to stunt
Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt