Mike Will Made It - Ain't No Way Around It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Future] Ain't no way around it [x6] [Hook: Future] A b**h gon' be a b**h, a ho gon' be a ho A k**er gon' be a k**er - that's something you need to know Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it A dealer gon' be a dealer, a plug gon' be a plug My n***as, them my n***as, we just like blood Ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it [Verse 1: Future] I had a young, hot thang f**ed my bro and gave 'em brain And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame I'm attracted to her s**ually, but she ain't my main dame We can be the best of friends, shawty, but you off the chain See I ain't gonna hold it against ya I'mma keep it pimping with ya Don't you come at me with issues Ain't tryna get all in your mixture I ain't tryna come to get ya You can meet me somewhere on Peach street At the W on the Fourteenth Ain't tryna f** no ho tryna know me And they wanna f** my woodie, already smashed the homie Half of these b**hes phony, singing love songs like Toni Ms. Braxton you the action, stop acting Just another sad love song waiting to happen [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Boi] A k**er gonna' be a k**er, that's regardless Of the fact that I'm Tin Man heartless No love for ya' baby Unless you walkin' through my living room braless With your nipples pokin' through ya wife beater, you the mic eater She doing Daddy Fat Stacks soon as I meet her Get it meet her Cut to the chase like a cheetah cause she want that PETA Pipe her down, gon' wipe her clown When so many n***as un-wiped her down You hopin' that she gon' turn her life around Up out face, a full one-eighty A ho into a housewife, that's your lady and me I never give another but a dope baby With a good time and a dope dick She love the way I talk and my flow slick Ain't no way around it Yo-yo-yo-yo-your b**h in love with my dick But Big don't love her at all Let a monkey n***a pay the bills while I scrub them jaws Like a test for DNA, TNA, we the A [Hook] [Verse 3: Jeezy] Ball so had I need Ace of Spades Livin' life through these ray bans Drop four, whipped up eight man How you do that, got great hands I ain't seen you n***as like Ray Charles Figure I'll drive these eight car Trynna' figure how I'ma f** these eight hoes Same time increase my bank roll Broke sh** had my vision blurred So I went and copped me a quarter bird Got me a job got work to do Need a job nig got work for you Hood lil' n***as die by respect n***as bleeding what they readin' on the internet Where ya' from n***a? Where ya' plug? Just like I thought, n***as silent thugs That is a job f** n***as hate Why you think I'm carrying this seven-eight Twenty-two rounds that'll keep me straight If I ain't got that then I make and bake Been gettin' money since baby Nate Red monkey, I'mma watch junkie Ain't no way really 'round that Made them young n***as screaming, "where the pounds at?" What [Hook]