Текст песни Aint Nun - Chris Choice

Let's go (ayeeee)
Yea yea yea let's go
Blrrrrt mhm trap check
Chris Choice the only choice lil bitch
Damn

Woke up thinking bout money
Counting out hundreds all this month (racks)
Donut out the lot
Roll up gumbo when it's brunch (skrt skrt)
Pull up on her and her friend
They like damn that's how you stunt (damn)
This lil shit ain't nun
Bitch his lil shit ain't nun (let's go)

She got plenty booty come and clap it (clap it)
Know I love a ratchet
Get the lace front turn her backwards (yea)
See the way my diamonds shining lights camera action (let's go)
Chris don't do no acting (no no)
Keep a pack no fanny (yea)
Throwing rubberbandys
Country boy like David Banner
Popping shit the country grammar
Racks my Girlfriend Kelsey Grammer
Champion ring hanging up banners
Running up numbers look at my data
Burn up the loud turn down the chatter
Whenever I hear them I turn them to Casper
Put out the Urkle family matter (yeah)
Damn she badder (she bad)
I'ma get at her (yea)
Grab my saddle (huh)
Ride that stallion Megan
I don't even do no begging
Call on me when you ready (blrrrt)
Back to the fetti
Boy I got cake like a wedding
Pass out getting that becky

Woke up thinking bout money
Counting out hundreds all this month (racks)
Donut out the lot
Roll up gumbo when it's brunch (smoke)
Pull up on her and her friend
They like damn that's how you stunt (damn)
This lil shit ain't nun
Bitch his lil shit ain't nun (let's go)

Went to sleep and dreamed I pull McLaren off the lot (skrrt)
Woke up with the Glock
I might go air some niggas out
Drop the top get some top
She say damn that hit the spot
I ain't playing with a thot
I like playing with the guap (racks)
Only choice rent the rolls Royce
Rev the motor make some noise
Make her tap and lose her voice
From the back she jump with joy
Pull her track she yelling more
Call a play Kellen Moore
Chris be strapped cowboy
I'm a young wild boy
Got the sauce ain't talking soy
I'm a boss I keep my poise
Heard some niggas talking poison
I'll pull up on them Forgi's
Nike sweats I'm cozy
My lil bitch be acting nosey
Never sleep or something stolen

Woke up thinking bout money
Counting out hundreds all this month (racks)
Donut out the lot
Roll up gumbo when it's brunch (smoke)
Pull up on her and her friend
They like damn that's how you stunt (damn)
This lil shit ain't nun
Bitch his lil shit ain't nun (let's go)

Boy you ain't getting no money
With your lil scrawny ass
Let me tell you something
If anybody getting money in this house
It's supposed to be me
I gets the money
I gets the paper
I gets the cheese ya understand me