It Ain’t Funny lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
They murked your homeboy that was cold blooded
& Last I heard they killed him over drug money
He died on a Friday at 11:30
Said he left his girl like
I'm double cupped Shawty my cup so dirty (Pouring)
Never seen a n*gga drink so muddy (pouring)
Never seen a n*gga make this much money

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane I want my piece of the pie
I sold dope, I didn't goto DeVry
My mama look me dead square in my eye
And told me you ain't got to lie boy your high (TRUU)
I was a stick up kid I had a .45
I make a n*gga put his hands in the sky
They said ill never make it to 25
I was selling nickle bags in junior high
One day every man goto die
I got a gangsta homie come from the chi
Said he been gang banging ever since he was 5
And everyday he thank the lord he alive

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
They murked your homeboy that was cold blooded
& Last I heard they killed him over drug money
He died on a Friday at 11:30
Said he left his girl like 11 birdies
I'm double cupped Shawty my cup so dirty (Pouring)
Never seen a n*gga drink so muddy (pouring)
Never seen a n*gga make this much money
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Ghost Thang on the feet Quarter key for the shoes
Ten bands for your life, Five hundred on the tool
That's a throw away, b*tch I'm bout to take these hoes to school
That's a murder weapon throw it in the river when you through
On my young n*gga sh*t, in my old school reppin'
With my hat to the back, with my fully loaded weapon
Tried to re-up in my hood, I'mma teach yo ass a lesson
Fresh off a million dollar run, that's what I call a blessing
b*tch I'm cool with the bank owner f*cking on the bank teller
Ten figure n*gga hood rich, I can buy whatever
But I remember them days when I was starvin'
Like you remember them days when I was robbin'
Hands Up, Face Down, Lemme' get ya sack
Kick the door down n*gga tell me where its at
Beat a n*gga head with a baseball bat till his eyes turn blue and his head turn black
HA, you dont know the half bout that
Break you loose you yo ass bout that
Ain't no f*ck round with them goonies where im from, Cuz they not having that

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
They murked your homeboy that was cold blooded
& Last I heard they killed him over drug money
He died on a Friday at 11:30
Said he left his girl like
I'm double cupped Shawty my cup so dirty (Pouring)
Never seen a n*gga drink so muddy (pouring)
Never seen a n*gga make this much money
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