Testi:
Chris Ward Ain T No Love

Ain't no love), ain't no love at all I'm just running with my niggaz, that love to ball [talking] I tell ya (ain't no love) Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Ain't

(feat. Chris Ward, Godfather) [Godfather:] When the guns clack-clack, it ain't love Fat Pat Where them boys from the ghetto, put the South on the map

you got you some change Don't get me wrong, I ain't hating on the real women I'm just tired of these crumbs, that be penny pinching but uh [Hook] [Chris Ward

[Chris Ward] I'm in the place to be Got all these major labels, chasing me All these rappers out here, in a foot race with me But I'm so far gone, it

[Chris Ward] You better learn, what you can learn Get your hustle on, nigga earn what you can earn I don't give a fuck, nigga that's my concern I got

on a track, is like riding a whale You know that ain't happening, just quit rapping and Come to H-Town, ask bout me Bet they tell you, ain't a damn thang

Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler Brain is a thang and she love to be my tutor She loving my calone (huh) recognize the odor Must of smell money

Chris Wizzard Get it Chris Wizzard, I go hard in the paint Po' up and lean, go hard off of paint You can't and you ain't, gon stop me mayn Been wrecking

End in the house uh Mobstyle, know the radio ain't gon like this one here [Hook x2] Heeey (heeey), (move to the flo') If you ain't getting gangsta with