Ain’t Rocking With You Lyrics by Dreezy
(Ft. K Camp)
Don’t worry bout me, I’m straight, you can take a look at my bank
I got 2 hunnit on a dash
I ain’t even worry bout the breaks
Every week I made a new stake
Pullin’ now wax and fase
Got your boy goin’ on the first night
You ain’t even takin’ him on a date
Girl go fuck with that boy, what you gotta say?
Get it to a guy and make it last
Ery body say they’re paper chasin’
Why these nigga comin’ here at last
These bitches hatin’ me like Criss
I ain’t got no time when I’m lookin’ my wirst
Niggas wanna be the king but they act like a bicth
So don’t let me see the crown cuz you more like Grinch
Your true color ain’t sure like you gotta risk
We can meet it by and I ain’t do the dis
I won’t lean and no asssit, you can sit up on the banz
You will rather be broke, that won’t make no sense
Go to sleep wet-dreamin’ 'bout a Bentley
Every time you see me I'm ten deep
In L.A. with a set, still watchin’ my back
Everybody out here too friendly
Don’t worry bout me, I’m straight, you can take a look at my bank
More money comin’, more haters
If you ain’t try to talk bout paper
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
And they wake up and go hard
They just play your card
Can’t trust nobody, I’m smart
Better tell ‚em if you ain’t in my squad
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
I ain’t rockin’ with you if you ain’t from my circle man
Cicle tight in the version, motherfucker
Can’t wait
My own hoer, still tryna kick
My new Banz want a new bent
Took a dollar turn it to a mil
Now I’m copin’ shit that I never had
I know I’m in but I’m rearly bread
And he’ll be sayin’ what he really do
Panamara sittin’ on the legs
Fuck how he feel, bitch I’m brand new
Top flow that’s a high view
Top floor, smokin’ what I want
I won’t stop until I’m satisfy til my nigga ball
Get out that coma
I treat ‚em out, we sippin’ on corrone
You know that money, go make yourself
Took sometime and try to learn that grime
Plus, I took some time and try to learn myself
I feel like flow, you gotta earn my bell
Ain’t salute to my girl drees
Hell yeah, you know how I feel
I show you texts if you don’t believe me
They say its hard, make it look so easy
Never ever need a bitch that need me
May just about to melt the season
Finger for the money, I got damn weekend
Don’t worry bout me, I’m straight, you can take a look at my bank
More money comin’, more haters
If you ain’t try to talk bout paper
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
And they wake up and go hard
They just play your card
Can’t trust nobody, I’m smart
Better tell ‚em if you ain’t in my squad
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
(Ft. K Camp)
Don’t worry bout me, I’m straight, you can take a look at my bank
I got 2 hunnit on a dash
I ain’t even worry bout the breaks
Every week I made a new stake
Pullin’ now wax and fase
Got your boy goin’ on the first night
You ain’t even takin’ him on a date
Girl go fuck with that boy, what you gotta say?
Get it to a guy and make it last
Ery body say they’re paper chasin’
Why these nigga comin’ here at last
These bitches hatin’ me like Criss
I ain’t got no time when I’m lookin’ my wirst
Niggas wanna be the king but they act like a bicth
So don’t let me see the crown cuz you more like Grinch
Your true color ain’t sure like you gotta risk
We can meet it by and I ain’t do the dis
I won’t lean and no asssit, you can sit up on the banz
You will rather be broke, that won’t make no sense
Go to sleep wet-dreamin’ 'bout a Bentley
Every time you see me I'm ten deep
In L.A. with a set, still watchin’ my back
Everybody out here too friendly
Don’t worry bout me, I’m straight, you can take a look at my bank
More money comin’, more haters
If you ain’t try to talk bout paper
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
And they wake up and go hard
They just play your card
Can’t trust nobody, I’m smart
Better tell ‚em if you ain’t in my squad
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
I ain’t rockin’ with you if you ain’t from my circle man
Cicle tight in the version, motherfucker
Can’t wait
My own hoer, still tryna kick
My new Banz want a new bent
Took a dollar turn it to a mil
Now I’m copin’ shit that I never had
I know I’m in but I’m rearly bread
And he’ll be sayin’ what he really do
Panamara sittin’ on the legs
Fuck how he feel, bitch I’m brand new
Top flow that’s a high view
Top floor, smokin’ what I want
I won’t stop until I’m satisfy til my nigga ball
Get out that coma
I treat ‚em out, we sippin’ on corrone
You know that money, go make yourself
Took sometime and try to learn that grime
Plus, I took some time and try to learn myself
I feel like flow, you gotta earn my bell
Ain’t salute to my girl drees
Hell yeah, you know how I feel
I show you texts if you don’t believe me
They say its hard, make it look so easy
Never ever need a bitch that need me
May just about to melt the season
Finger for the money, I got damn weekend
Don’t worry bout me, I’m straight, you can take a look at my bank
More money comin’, more haters
If you ain’t try to talk bout paper
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
And they wake up and go hard
They just play your card
Can’t trust nobody, I’m smart
Better tell ‚em if you ain’t in my squad
I ain’t rockin’ with you (x2)
