Ya'll Ain't Makin' No Money Lyrics - Savage Life 2 - Webbie

(verse 1) 

Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin 

Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin 

Hear my girl talk a lil mess this mornin 

Hit the hood got a bag of that this mornin 

Know im livin' good all them dog hoes on me 

Good dope sells all over my phone 

Know im finna keep it gangsta all over this song 

Got my hands all over this chrome 

Nigga act hard all day long mayne fuck that 

Mayne i'll put it on my chain you wont bust a gat 

Mayne let me take you to the backyard 

Different color lacks boy 

Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll dont understand 

Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit 

Why is you sayin shit, who is you playin wit 

I got a big house, who is you stayin wit 

Till you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist 

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(chorus) 

Ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money 

Ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntin 

Ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money 

Ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntin 

Ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money 

Ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll aint thuggin, ya'll stuntin 

Ya'll aint makin no money, ya'll aint makin no money 

Ya'll aint really doin nothin, ya'll just fuckin around 

(verse 2) 

You saved up yo chips, to buy you a whip 

Music with the big rims, boy you a trip 

If you knew what i was worth boy i bet you would flip 

And the majority of these bitches i done already ripped 

These hoes rippin off a pimp (what!) 

Tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch 

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Got a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin out 

Webbie young savage trill fam we aint sittin out 

Had my wife beater and my braclets and my pants on 

Bitch i still had 85 grand on 

Think i aint demonic gettin on then ya damn wrong 

Play with me, i wouldnt even take a chance on it 

Bitch put ya pants on, get ya ass gone 

9 times outta 10 you aint stayin long 

Devil ass niggas ive been tryin not to stand on em 

Mayne im hot, mayne ya'll need to turn tha fan on 

(chorus) 

(verse 3) 

We hit tha spot and get to blowin it, pourin it 

We gettin money like we growin it 

A lot of hunnid 50 dolla bottles got us pourin it 

Drankin till im throwin it, i'll see ya'll in the morning 

See me put the tag in the window, just soarin it 

My hips say i warn ya, my whip say im doin it 

All im sayin, man dont complain, i'll ruin it 

I'll clean a hunnid grand out tha trunk and put you in it 

Bitch niggas hate, niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late 

Album waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffet 

And i just got tha new J's, these go good with my new shades 

Stopped by the shop, got a new fade, gotta thank god for (?) 

Straight to the hood to see some new cake 

Aye that crown will mess with my shake 

No matter where you go ima stay in yo place 

If you aint gettin no money better stay in your place 

Grim dont stop then we goin all day 

So iced out, it been snowin all day 

Trill ent and we goin all day 

Ya'll niggas broke and its all in ya'll face 

(chorus)