Aint My Mans

They ain't let me in the club, so i'm parking lot pimpin
I ain't fighting Jay Z, but i'm bussin off a jigga
Mr steal yo bitch, but my name is not trigga
These ain't hollows in my clip that got the car flipping
On a mission, out that jam in a fast car
Doin the dash in this motherfuckin nascar
All that fuckin talkin, nigga what the fuck was that?
Put it in my garage, that'll leave a hellcat
Even when i'm in the bank, I see dead people
He don't really fuck with you if he tax his own people
I'm only hanging with niggas that's gone kill with me
I'm feeling like Im Charlamagne, cause niggas gone be Envy
In a cadillac, no I can not lack
I felt like Fab, told her throw it in a bag
Pink fur, no Killa Cam
Peanut butter inside, can't get caught up in no jam
Heard you told and Im like damn
Clutchin on my 30, niggas really ain't my mans