Besedila:
Boo Gotti Ain T It Man

here, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?) Cash Money is aww hyea, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?) New whips sick, ain't it man? (Ain't it man?) That nigga there

shot, stop lookin' at my dog [Yo Gotti] Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti! Why you lookin' at me? Hear a nigga I ain't ya bitch You don't want a street nigga

some I don't know about you it's after 12, gotta get it, get it I gotta get some [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, It ain't me if I don't hit the

out Stick it up, raw hide Yeah, gotta come back to attack Killin' niggaz who said they got stacks, 'cuz I don't give a fuck I wanna see blood, whether it

clap nigga Nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga Don't get tired in these streets My

back to my man Jay-Z (Jay-Z) As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it, I get it together like a marriage I'm seeking all

Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes To piss off the killer in me Me and six will slick through it (through it) Bronx river to the con

Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes To piss off the killer in me Me and six will slick through it (through it) Bronx river to the con

doubt, boys like a dollar sign Gotta drop it like it's hot, when Wreckshop in the house Open up my mouth, grab your cam-corder So much ice on the stone, it