Aint No Fun ​yvngxchris

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bitch I'm in that Benz truck
Bad bitch, that'd be rude if you ain't let my friends fuck
Shmoney dancin' on you bitches, told her, "We can dance, bruh"
Fifty on my— uh (I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy), ooh, yeah, ayy
Fifty in my pocket, teacher told me pull my pants up
Shorty on my line, she on that bullshit, I can't answer
She talkin' 'bout she pregnant, man, she tryna get me jammed up
If she not tellin' lies, you already knowin' what's the plan, bruh
That B shit, yellow diamonds on me, on some pee shit
I'm just tryna kick it with you baby, you and me shit
Blow a bag at Neiman's on a weekend, bitch, I'm geekin'
I'ma freak it, take it back up to thе telly, Michael Jackson, I'ma
Beat it, post it up and thеn delete it
Choppa do a nigga dirty, got him shakin', got him leakin'
Yeah, she mad as hell, sendin' paragraphs, I didn't read it
So I blocked her up on everything, I couldn't be defeated
Pull up in that AMG— yo, why the fuck do I keep whisperin'?
Black seats in a black car, hell yeah, that's what I'm whippin' in
I see the goddamn stars, there's no roof or ceilin' in
They be like, "Goddamn Chris, how the fuck do you be killin' it?"
And I'm richer than a bitch while yo' ass workin'
And that choppa turned him to a stripper, got his ass twerkin'
Bitch, I'm not the same nigga, that's a past person
Damn, I done broke up with my bitch on her birthday, I'm a bad person