Ain’t Doin That Southside & Playboi Carti

[Intro: Southside]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
2AM shit, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah

[Verse 1: Southside]
Uh, hated on the Rollie and I still ain't got time
Geekin' on the lean while them hoes snorting lines
Nah I'm still the same nigga, no wait by the line
Walking in, strap on me, I don't do a pat down
Even when I'm getting sucked off, know a strap round
Know a nigga faking, we ain't never seen his background
Spend a little quarter mil' just to ride your bitch 'round
Nigga seeing chandeliers when I wave my wrist 'round
Please quit the talking ho, you might make me miscount
Say that ho faithful, I'ma show you what your bitch 'bout
Sprayin' like a wildfire, niggas can't put it out
Steady burning money, niggas mad that I ain't running out
Youngin' super with it, talk about us and they gun him down
I just bought a ring and that fucker worth a hundred pounds
Swear I'm on the right path, I'll never turn around
I just bought a chain and that fucker worth a hundred pounds
Key! done taught me never trust a nigga or a bitch, hey
They ain't talking money, man that shit ain't making sense
Three choppers on me, nigga swerve with the tint
'Bout to take the whole house out and hop the fence
Rollie really dripping like this fucker had a rinse
Suck a nigga dick and I might pay a bitch rent
Praying to the lord for my sins, I repent
Screaming, "fuck 'em all," and they know that's what I meant