Buddy – Ain’t Sweet lyrics
(Ft. Matt Ox)


No brick, I gotta get point
Ayy

[Buddy]
This s*** ain’t cheap (Cheap)
N****, this s*** ain’t sweet (Sweet)
She mad her n**** ain’t me (Ain’t me)
He soft, that n**** ain’t street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG’s only smoke OG (Yeah)
F*** your blunt, that s*** ain’t weed (Eugh)

[Buddy]
Your s*** ain’t hot, it’s cold (It’s cold)
That b**** ain’t new, she old (She old)
That n**** ain’t rich, he broke (He broke)
Not feelin’ it, no
My s*** ain’t clean (Clean)
It’s dirty (Dirty), she dirty (Dirty)
She’s thirsty (Thirsty), reversed it (Reversed it)
She twerkin’ (Twerkin’), she perfect, ayy

[Buddy]
This s*** ain’t cheap (Cheap)
N****, this s*** ain’t sweet (Sweet)
She mad her n**** ain’t me (Ain’t me)
He soft, that n**** ain’t street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG’s only smoke OG (Yeah)
F*** your blunt, that s*** ain’t weed (Eugh)

[Buddy]
I’m ’bout to roll this motherfuckin’ blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin’ me up
We mixin’ potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough

[Matt Ox]
[?] got my doors up [?]
Hop in the Rover, no I don’t know ya
Diamonds get colder, my neck on frozen
I got my own bucks, no, I don’t owe ya
He rat on everybody, and I been told ya
I’ma catch blow up, blow up, blow up
Your pockets gettin’ lower, lower, lower
Right what I told ya, I get my dough up
That boy a folder, no, he don’t know us
Your money move slower, you gotta get closer
You burn like a toaster, hop at the roasker
I’ma just go first, in no hearse
I don’t know her, but she got posters
She want me to post her, she want me to go flirt
But I know she just want cash up in her purse

[Buddy]
This s*** ain’t cheap (Cheap)
N****, this s*** ain’t sweet (Sweet)
She mad her n**** ain’t me (Ain’t me)
He soft, that n**** ain’t street (Eugh)
Who want beef? (Beef)
Got bread, got lettuce, got cheese (Got cheese)
OG’s only smoke OG (Yeah)
F*** your blunt, that s*** ain’t weed (Eugh)

[Buddy]
I’m ’bout to roll this motherfuckin’ blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin’ me up
We mixin’ potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough
I’m ’bout to roll this motherfuckin’ blunt
All of these hoes keep hittin’ me up
We mixin’ potions down in the dungeon
All of this money, still never enough