Aiight lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Every card don’t get dealt, n*gga

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Aight, you wanna try a real n*gga?
Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya
Aight, she wanna f*ck a dope dealer
Aight, or keep f*ckin’ with them broke n*ggas
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ money, if you hating
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight

[Verse 1: Gunplay]
Big, big bully, lockjaw
Big, fully off in my top draw
Big bullets, big topped off
pus*y n*gga knocked off
Living legend, Silver Seven
Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast
Head trigger, no rogaine
Gripping oakgrain with some stolen cocaine
Triple crosser, pistol tosser
Foreign car crasher, just a flosser
She want a thug n*gga, she a little choosey
Beat a life sentence, feel like Lil’ Boosie
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Aight, you wanna try a real n*gga?
Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya
Aight, she wanna f*ck a dope dealer
Aight, or keep f*ckin’ with them broke n*ggas
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ money, if you hating
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
I’m a straight stunna, take hunna
Was a broke n*gga, one they used to make fun of
MMG, self made pay one up
I’m that motherf*ckin’ n*gga they don’t want none of
Born shooter, Porsche tooter
Throwing jabs like four Zab Judah’s
b*tch I'm reckless, so damn foolish
Slanging more stones than them damn jewelers
Don Logan, talkin’ vulgar
Traphouse, no A.C, torn sofa
You n*ggas know my mothaf*ckin’ pedigree
I’m Gunplay, I’m everything I said I’d be

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Aight, you wanna try a real n*gga?
Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya
Aight, she wanna f*ck a dope dealer
Aight, or keep f*ckin’ with them broke n*ggas
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ money, if you hating
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
You pulled a gun on my homie you better have one for me
Ain’t no running up on me, my new Versace fatigue
Boobie got with the work what Dre just got for his Beats
I expect for these songs to keep me hot with the seats
All I want is the money, the masterkey to these riches
These pussies keep hating, I’mma hit you with inches
Get my n*gga a kite, told my warden we did it
Put these stacks on these books ‘cause I’m too busy to finish
Now back to these guns, my n*gga Gun got my back
He went on trial for his life, many don’t come out on that
If you as real as they come and it’s live for you n*gga
Now hold up your guns and when you pull back the trigger

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Aight, you wanna try a real n*gga?
Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya
Aight, she wanna f*ck a dope dealer
Aight, or keep f*ckin’ with them broke n*ggas
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ money, if you hating
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight