**AIN’T LIKE THEM** [Intro — low, dismissive] Ski Mask Mayhem. Omma. Quit puttin’ me in that category. The fuck? (Brrr) [Chorus] I ain’t like them hoes you fuck, Can’t put me in that bunch. (Nah) He got money, think he up— That ain’t even lunch. (Ha) Go be with a bitch who love you, Go make your main happy. You keep tryna double back— Your first mistake was passin’. (Bow bow) I ain’t like them, ain’t like them, Quit sayin’ we the same. They be tryna get picked up, I own shit in my name. I ain’t like them, ain’t like them, Fuck around, find out. Had my name all in your mouth— Now what you talkin’ ’bout? (Grrr) [Verse 1] No talkin’, both feet walkin’, Hoe, why you stalkin’? Watch my page more than your wage, Clock in, bitch, stop gawkin’. All your hoes be broke and lame, Same wig, different name. You keep tryna sell me dreams, I need receipts for what you claim. Fame status, bad habits, Good aim, quit playin’. He ain’t never held a stack Without his bank app complainin’. Go make your main happy, Quit lurkin’ where I’m at. You ain’t even clear your tab, How the fuck you want me back? Cut a bitch off, no leash, She kept reachin’ past her seat. Had to stop invitin’ folks Who bring a fork but never eat. [Pre-Chorus] I’m a gangster, boys annoy me, I’m a hustler, don’t employ me. You can’t buy a bitch who own it— Check the deed before you quote me. (Yuh) [Chorus] I ain’t like them hoes you fuck, Can’t put me in that bunch. (Nah) He got money, think he up— That ain’t even lunch. (Ha) Go be with a bitch who love you, Go make your main happy. You keep tryna double back— Your first mistake was passin’. (Bow bow) I ain’t like them, ain’t like them, Quit sayin’ we the same. They be tryna get picked up, I own shit in my name. I ain’t like them, ain’t like them, Fuck around, find out. Had my name all in your mouth— Now what you talkin’ ’bout? (Grrr) [Verse 2] Bitches speakin’ on me daily, Ain’t got shit—that’s poor shit. Whole fit gotta go back Monday, Tags tucked in your corset. Rental due at ten tomorrow, Tonight you actin’ wealthy. Postin’ cash from everybody— Group project in your selfie. Brother went fed, thought he was gone, Then his number hit my phone. Heard him laugh before he spoke, Whole damn kitchen changed its tone. Saved his chair, ain’t touch his plate, Some shit money can’t replace. Everybody yelled his name, Mama grabbed him by his face. All my partners got they own, Ain’t no beggin’ in this section. You keep countin’ what I spent, Go count who owe you—wrong direction. [Bridge — drums cut; low vocal doubles] Don’t need a sponsor. Don’t need approval. You need a favor? That’s highly unusual. (Ha) You was just hatin’. Stand on that shit. Don’t get all friendly When you see who I’m with. [Final Chorus] I ain’t like them hoes you fuck, Can’t put me in that bunch. (Nah) He got money, think he up— That ain’t even lunch. (Ha) Go be with a bitch who love you, Go make your main happy. You keep tryna double back— Your first mistake was passin’. (Bow bow) I ain’t like them, ain’t like them, Quit sayin’ we the same. They be tryna get picked up, I own shit in my name. I ain’t like them, ain’t like them, Fuck around, find out. Had my name all in your mouth— Now what you talkin’ ’bout? (Grrr) [Outro — dry lead, whispered doubles] Go make your main happy. Go make your main happy. Quit checkin’ for a bitch Who ain’t checked for you since last week. (Brrr)
