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Ain't No Fun Video (MV)




Performed By: 3dx
Length: 3:21
Written by: Marco fabain, Michael Wilson-Jones Jr




3dx - Ain't No Fun Lyrics
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Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Always safe keep a hundred in the drum
40 on my waist for these niggas acting dumb
Back on roads my pops showed me the ropes
He sent me in the kitchen now I know how to make dope
Off the porch
Way beyond the yard
When I got my sack I said finally got on
Then yawn been up seven days didn't even notice
Cause my niggas never changed
Came away's stayed down on the path
Pittsburgh and Atlanta is where I learned there's more than half
Dirty birds bout to take a bath pigeins in my couple
Sipping sizzerp out a glass
Club on smash they said guess who is next
They know I'm bout to blow so I know rarri's next
I got to flex that bitch gonna throw the neck
Diamonds always dancing like there stars up on my wrist
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ok young nigga move that dope
Get more packs then back on road
They said that I would be shit
Back when I sold at the corner store
I'm back to the trap with mac lap
Good crack that I sold for the low
Feel the hate and the tension
Got wings cause I'm lifted
All I know is pour up a foe
Everyday with sack
Cause I prayed for the cash
I be damned if lose any dough
93 is all I blow
It's like a diesese
Mad max with the piece
I'm a shoota and you already know
As god is my witness
I need no assistance
I came in with nothing
Upgaded to Benz
Cause down in those trenches
I learned how to count it and
Learned to remix it
And How much i'm counting is no of your business
Put Middle fingers to the cops
F*ck bitches then boot her out the spot
It nothing to get work in a drought
It's Hercules got perkie beans
I cut the bricks like surgery
Cause a young a nigga move that dope
This young nigga move that dope
This young nigga move that dope
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ain't no fun when the
Ain't no fun when the
Bastard got the gun
Ain't no fun when the bastard got the gun
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Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Always safe keep a hundred in the drum
40 on my waist for these niggas acting dumb
Back on roads my pops showed me the ropes
He sent me in the kitchen now I know how to make dope
Off the porch
Way beyond the yard
When I got my sack I said finally got on
Then yawn been up seven days didn't even notice
Cause my niggas never changed
Came away's stayed down on the path
Pittsburgh and Atlanta is where I learned there's more than half
Dirty birds bout to take a bath pigeins in my couple
Sipping sizzerp out a glass
Club on smash they said guess who is next
They know I'm bout to blow so I know rarri's next
I got to flex that bitch gonna throw the neck
Diamonds always dancing like there stars up on my wrist
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ok young nigga move that dope
Get more packs then back on road
They said that I would be shit
Back when I sold at the corner store
I'm back to the trap with mac lap
Good crack that I sold for the low
Feel the hate and the tension
Got wings cause I'm lifted
All I know is pour up a foe
Everyday with sack
Cause I prayed for the cash
I be damned if lose any dough
93 is all I blow
It's like a diesese
Mad max with the piece
I'm a shoota and you already know
As god is my witness
I need no assistance
I came in with nothing
Upgaded to Benz
Cause down in those trenches
I learned how to count it and
Learned to remix it
And How much i'm counting is no of your business
Put Middle fingers to the cops
F*ck bitches then boot her out the spot
It nothing to get work in a drought
It's Hercules got perkie beans
I cut the bricks like surgery
Cause a young a nigga move that dope
This young nigga move that dope
This young nigga move that dope
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ain't no fun when this bastard got the gun
Check on checks on check ain't no running out of funds
Count up so much I almost broke my f*cking thumbs
Running to the bank almost like it's temple run
Ain't no fun when the
Ain't no fun when the
Bastard got the gun
Ain't no fun when the bastard got the gun
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Writer: Marco fabain, Michael Wilson-Jones Jr
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