Aint No Fun lyrics

[Chorus]
Said, baby, won't you pull with some b*tches for my n*ggas?
We got money, we got weed, if they fine, we got liquor
All my dogs real, I don't know no ho n*ggas
And we got all the b*tches, take 'em from the broke n*ggas (Man, play that sh*t, Zero)

[Verse 1]
Pull up with your homegirls, we at the Bnb
We ain't lettin' in no weak hoes, baby, I'ma keep it G
Want you to bring them freak hoes that go out every week
The ones mad at her man, the one that drinkin' Henn'
The one who got that Benz, we like bad b*tches
pus*y fire, finna buy that ho a bag b*tches
Love them freak freaks, them talk sh*t, them mad b*tches
Them thick b*tches or them skinny with the ass b*tches

[Refrain]
Pop that pus*y, shorty, show 'em how you do that
I'm a thugger, baby, I be with the thugs
It's a gangster party, we brought all the guns
It ain't a Murda beat, but we brought all the drums in
f*ck your n*gga, we don't care 'bout who he f*ck with, we'll rob him
You don't want to go home? Spend the night then
Baby, we some real n*ggas, we ain't like them
Gas your friend up like she need a hypeman
[Chorus]
Said, baby, won't you pull with some b*tches for my n*ggas?
We got money, we got weed, if they fine, we got liquor
All my dogs real, I don't know no ho n*ggas
And we got all the b*tches, take 'em from the broke n*ggas

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we from the trenches, but we like saddity b*tches
Keep your hair and nails done, pretty b*tches
Pop that pus*y for that Snap and for that IG
Pop that pus*y for real n*gga like me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dripped up, my whole 'fit Givenchy
I'm that n*gga in the city, so she want me
She heard I just went up a milli, so she on me
Baby, pull up with your fine ass
She said, "It's D'Ussé in your cup, n*gga, where mines at?"
I seen you kiss your homegirl, baby, where mines at?
I used to f*ck your homegirl, but it ain't like that
Oh, you like girls too? Oh, yeah, I like that

[Refrain]
Pop that pus*y, shorty, show 'em how you do that
I'm a thugger, baby, I be with the thugs
It's a gangster party, we brought all the guns
It ain't a Murda beat, but we brought all the drums in
f*ck your n*gga, we don't care 'bout who he f*ck with, we'll rob him
You don't want to go home? Spend the night then
Baby, we some real n*ggas, we ain't like them
Gas your friend up like she need a hypeman
[Chorus]
Said, baby, won't you pull with some b*tches for my n*ggas?
We got money, we got weed, if they fine, we got liquor
All my dogs real, I don't know no ho n*ggas
And we got all the b*tches, take 'em from the broke n*ggas

[Verse 3]
Said, baby, what you on? We finna bust a Bnb
You know we got them swipes, so everything up for the free
Just meet me in the backroom, don't let nobody see
Say you was in the bathroom, don't say you were with me
Pull up with your homegirls, we at the Bnb
We ain't lettin' in no weak hoes, baby, I'ma keep it G
Want you to bring them freak hoes that go out every week
The ones mad at her man, the one that drinkin' Henn'
The one who got that Benz, we like bad b*tches
pus*y fire, finna buy that ho a bag b*tches
Love them freak freaks, them talk sh*t, them mad b*tches
Them thick b*tches or them skinny with the ass b*tches
Woah, woah, woah, woah