Ain’t Gonna Answer Lyrics – NLE Choppa | Lil Wayne

Ain’t Gonna Answer Lyrics by NLE Choppa is a New English song from the album “Cottonwood 2” sung by popular rappers NLE Choppa & Lil Wayne. Lyrics of this song are penned down by NLE Choppa & Lil Wayne and music produced by Ben Billions.

Song Details
Singer : NLE Choppa, Lil Wayne
Album : Cottonwood 2
Lyrics : NLE Choppa, Lil Wayne
Music : Ben Billions
Label : Warner Music Group

Ain’t Gonna Answer Lyrics

Don’t be worried ’bout what we be doing
What we doing? Makin’ money
What they doing? Hatin’ on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other ni***s doin’?
I don’t know ’cause I don’t stun ’em
Mind my business, on my momma
F**k a ni**a how I’m comin’

Big b*oty b*tch, made her back her a** up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag a** man up (Bag his man up)
Say that she yo’ b*tch, she my private dancer (Private dancer)
You can call her phone, but she ain’t gon’ answer (Ain’t gon’ answer)

Go, go, go, go
Know how to turn a b*tch up, talkin’ way pass the ceiling goes
She f**k with me because these karats like a rabbit silly, ho’
My ni**a pop Percocets, bite like a willy, ho’
From the city of Memphis, we known for mackin’ and pimpin’
But I’m hot boy, I can’t lie, I got some Weezy up in me
You know that sh*t it’ll get greasy
I’m in the streets like a meter
She tellin’ me that she need me
But Lord know she a eater
Ayy, tell ’em, drop his nuts, he holding too much tension in his balls
Made ’em run a four flat, but he was six feet tall
Like a high school ho’, I’m tryna hit all y’all
Yeah, I seen ’em stumble, but I’m tryna make ’em fall, fall
Shake it, she was fully dressed, now she n*ked
Backshots, front shots, make a b*tch shapeshift (Shapeshift)
Ready for the cumshot, told her to taste it (Taste it)
Bad b*tches chase me, I use to f**k basics (Basics)
She askin’ for my raw dawg, ho’, you get a latex (Latex)
Ball deep in her mouth, make a b*tch say less (Say less)
Swallow my nut or yo’ friend a replacement (‘Placement)
Put her on her knees, yeah, I call that good graces

Don’t be worried ’bout what we be doing
What we doing? Makin’ money
What they doing? Hatin’ on us (Hatin’ on us)
If they want it, take it from me (Take it)
What them other ni***s doin’?
I don’t know ’cause I don’t stun ’em
Mind my business, on my momma
F**k a ni**a how I’m comin’

Big b*oty b*tch, made her back her a** up (Back that a** up)
Shots out the switch made him bag a** man up (Bag his man up)
Say that she yo’ b*tch, she my private dancer-

She said, “Come here,” she said, “Get here”
She said, “Stop playing, ni**a, bring that d*** here”
Ooh, I got b*tches waitin’ to see me like a premiere
Ooh, and her mouth be full of semen, look like veneers
Ooh, don’t be worried ’bout what I’m doing, don’t be worried ’bout who I’m doing
Don’t be worried ’bout who I flew in, all these Percocet I’m chewin’
All these Birkin and this Louis got her twerking that lil’ booty
She said, “Throw that d*** Lil Tunechi,” she gon’ catch it like a movie
I be X’ing b*tches out, leave her at that ni**a house
Never thought I’d leave my kids until I left them in her mouth
I be stretching b*tches out, you be stressin’ b*tches out
I’m like Lionel Messi, kickin’ messy b*tches out
Girl, you workin’ with some a** hat
I smack it with my backhand
Ooh, she got that fat cat, I give that cat that cat scan
From a hot boy to a madman, that high-water or hell deep
Call him NLE, you can call me “Machiavelli”
Shirt off, Choppa on, Weezy baby, Babylon
I’m greedy, baby, Ramadan, I got my slimes with me, it’s a slimeathon
Wake up with Balenciaga, pyjamas on with two b*tches
Check my phone, new pictures, I check your a** like the new Twitter (Tunechi)

Don’t be worried ’bout what we be doing
What we doing? Making money
What they doing? Hating on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other ni***s doin’?
I don’t know ’cause I don’t stun ’em
Mind my business, on my momma
F**k a ni**a how I’m comin’

Big booty b*tch, made her back her a** up (Back that a** up)
Shots out the switch, made him bag his man up (Bag his a** up)
Say that she yo’ b*tch she my private dancer
You can call her phone and I’ll probably answer, ni**a

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
(Haha, Mula, Baby)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Ain’t Gonna Answer Music Video