DJ Scream - Aint i lyrics

[Chorus] Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse [Trick Daddy] My sh** is platinum These a**holes wearin' white gold See, I'm too smart for this 'cause All my sh** paid for And why should I rent a house When I can buy it and write it off? Make it my Florida home for the summer 'Round winter time just rent it out See, I ain't none of them Who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend And floss in him mama's Benz See, when I hit the scene I be so fresh, so clean White fitted, white tee Ain't no n***a like me What kind of sh** you on? Wearin' f**in' rhinestones Them cubic zirconium, son Them ain't f**in' diamonds So you gonna f** around And get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and k** one Over some motherf**in' slum? Your chain is crazy That sh** for gazey And it ain't real Unless it's copper or stainless steel So whoever made it You shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch That's f**in' gold plated! [Chorus] [Baby] Sixteen out the house Seventeen gold mouth Eighteen on the block n***a got them thangs out Birdman stunna, n***a, we don't sit in jail Real n***a's do real thangs You know we make bail Trick, hit me on the cell Know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County n***a's movin' pounds of bail So fresh, so bright with the ice n***a, you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yeah Cali got my back I'm strapped, n***a, and prepaid Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, n***a, the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right For a cheap price, n***a, that cutter'll get your mind right M.O.B. to a b**h Made my hood rich Quick cash, young money; it's that uptown sh** Ballin' one them b**hes Shock callin' on them b**hes Two million on some ice and some cars on them b**hes [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] They asked the kid the difference between mine and his See, my sh** blindin' His sh** don't shine 'Cause that sh** ain't real His gemstones - they fruity pebbles Just like Flinstones And he had his 'Roley' on But I ain't even notice his arm But his diamonds cloudy And he ain't shiny And I heard his sh** Tick, tick, tickin' Oh man, this n***a trippin! See, we poppin' bottles and smokin' bugga Actin' co*ky Big thangs with fat pockets Wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends Are breakin' thangs in Invest in a smaller hit town Shakin', bakin', and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar 'Cause we got that top powder Hoes slob on our Johnson 'Cause Johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar We gettin' money, holla Rollin' hard with five fives Real f**ing street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter I'm on the right path at this rate I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs [Chorus x 2] Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse