• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ain't I - Young Dro
• Ain't I - Lil' Wayne
• Ain't I - Jay-Z

extreme-aai
this system x2 (hey...)
street my x2
classic x3
right about now x2
come on, all tha ladies,
get on tha dance floor
and just get ur ass on
come on come on and just
(Chorus x2)
f**k tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane
fish, scaleboy, nineteen eighty kane
eighty chevey frame, ride 4 and everythang
diamonds in my chain, shining on tha lane
(Verse 1)
(i want you to check this out, hey)
my car fusha, everything's super
lights camera action, no time for bloopers
fishscale shawty, im tha blue coop mover
definitely lot of losers, snatching bro'd n used up
show her how to blow on my glass, eighty cash
eighty pecks of decks, and tha classical eighty jazz
eighty bags of money, eighty macks from royne
A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne
they waited on me, telling when its my time to cool it
blue chevey sit tall, like a colorado moose do
my cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice
why should i be bishop, im drizzled, i got my own juice
own crew, own 26s on my own coop
own crib, own bricks, plus i own a couple chicks
know how to put bitches on they own, let her suck a dick
hey one when one look biggin, they gotta be licking pussy
money push it, bitch we got a avalanch block
with mo cocain then they can pull off of tha dock
cut em off, viro aint bitches aint a thang
in tha chair with tha brains gettin brains, diamonds on my chain
(Chorus x2)

[Jae Millz]
I am the real, I am the authentic,
The fact and the truth is Jae Milz.
Brown skin but I'm black in the booth.
And for the green or that white, you'll see red.
Mushroom bullets hit your body then they spread.
Then your ass dead. No need for a hospital room or a bed.
Just tell his momma to get him some nice threads.
So at least he will be a bitch ass nigaa dyin in style.
He didn't want to look up to me now he gotta look down.
Somebody better tell him on these beats I'm a beast.
Half man half animal like king goin tec. Now I'm a wreck him.
Hell ya young money is what I'm reppin'.
Respect em or I'll put you on that highway to heaven.
Matter of fact pussy you'll get your own lame.
With no speed limits so you'll get there in a minute.
It's Dedication 3. It's no replacing we.
That is like askin a group of muslims where that bacon be.
Straight Gran n Patrone flow there is no chasin me.
And that amnesia is what my medication be.
That's that Amsterdam grade A I'm smokin in neverland.
So high I'll probably never land.
[Lil Wayne]
Muthafuggin psychopath, young money cave men, muthafugg a geico add.
Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass, shittin on you bitches now lemme flush the toilet and wipe my ass.
Bitch I'm all into like my cash, no I'm not I love my dough. got them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes.
But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy when he wouldn't...
Holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen heat.
I'll put you where the fishes sleep and when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast...
Imma shark you see my fin hoe, bullet leave a hole in ya face not a dimple.
Straight from the N.O. it's no problemo to put a niggaz brians on the muthafuggin window..
Uggggh, damn right I'm nasty, how I come thru in that white eyed Aston.
The leather guts and might I add in it's black on chrome like Darren McFadden. yeah.
And don't be comparin my swag wit these wack-ass niggas thats o-so-swagless. yeah.
And call me mr. swag-more, gotcha girlfriend open like some fuggin pores, or open like some fuggin doors.
Nigga its fugg you and I'm fuggin yours.
From the bedroom to the floors...whores

Yeah man, it's the world famous, DJ Clue Desert Storm
Jigga-man's in the building...
It's ya boy H-O,
World's number one DJ,
DJ Clue, Tear down the world and the radio
Jigga-man, ya heard me?
Ain't I?
I'mma... I'mma... I'mma
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'm still winnin' and I'm no where near finished,
It's just the first inning, and I'm gunning for the pennant,
And I been this, God made me, ya'll hate me, ya'll A-the-ist,
Ya'll safety is at risk
It's the return of the messiah,
One and only Hov,
Nah I ain't God, but I've been made in his mold,
So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold,
I only fold bread, I stood for the best, I owed no debt,
I represent the hood 'til my dying breathe,
I took a pay cut to become an exec,
So the next muh-fucka can earn his paycheck.
And even though these niggas talk greasy 'bout me,
Ask these niggas how they 'gon eat without me.
Ask these niggas if they want stets involved,
And even if they don't like me, they respect the God...
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, Ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'm Hustlers poster child, I'm 'posed to style,
I ain't got nothin' to prove I'm 'posed to smile,
I ain't insecure, I'm 'vested in a piece of Carol's Daughter
I'm in Sephora,
Bricks are insignificant to him,
He's a grown man, you're an infant to him,
Take your baby money and burn, T-Ha,
I spent that on furniture
I got warhols on my halls walls!
I got Basquiats in the lobby of my spot!
I'm so sophisticatedly hood, S.Carter cashmere premium goods,
Thousand dollars for the sneaks,
Timbo on the track,
Two-Fifty for the beat, G4 back and forth 'til my flow seats,
I spent a couple mil just to lose to the heat...
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
Anything you aspire, to acquire I got
Any gun you say, you fired, I shot Any type of paraphenalia, I am the seller
I guess you're sayin' that's how I started Roc-A-Fella,
Feds all fed up,
DEA can't tell the dirty money from a Roc-A-Wear sweater.
And I'm never ever going back, back,
Oh never that, never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that, oh never that
And I'm never ever going back, back
Oh never that
Whoever rap, you be doin' that for practice nigga,
I'm in a twelve step program,
I ain't touched drugs in so long, I'mma sober man,
I'm clean as a whistle, official gotta way,
I'm the king of all kings, it's official
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
I'mma hustlers hustler
A gangsters gangster
I'mma rappers rapper
Your favorite, ain't I
Ain't I, Ain't I, Ain't I
Well ain't I?