CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ain’t It Different (Conducta Remix)
Still can't mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess
Ain't it different?
Ain't it different?
Come a long way from broke days (Turn, turn)
I got to work and fixed it
Ain't it different?
Ain't it different?
Baby, are you—?
(Still can't mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess)
Baby, are you—?
(Ain't it different?
Ain't it different?)
Baby, are you—?
(Come a long way from broke days
I got to work and fixed it)
(S-s-s-s-s-suh)
(Ain't it different?)
(Baby, are you—?)
Conducta
Ain't it different? (One) I link my ting in LA
But I can't fly to the States 'cah I got too much convictions (Jheeze)
Apparently all I talk is prison, but I don't know no different (No)
'Cah I was in jail up north, runnin' another coalition (Turn)
Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it
I put some roses where my wrist is
You ain't ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits (Told me turm, ayy)
Will have to take lemon juice to a p*ss test (p*ss test, s-s-s-suh)
Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast
Rollin' with smoke on my jones
Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset (One)
I still can't mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess (Princess)
I come a long way from broke days (Turn, turn)
I got to work and fixed it
Ain't it different?
Ain't it different?
Come a long way from broke days (Turn, turn)
I got to work and fixed it
Ain't it different?
Ain't it different?
Baby, are you—?
(Still can't mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess)
Baby, are you—?
(Ain't it different?
Ain't it different?)
Baby, are you—?
(Come a long way from broke days
I got to work and fixed it)
(S-s-s-s-s-suh)
(Ain't it different?)
(Baby, are you—?)
Conducta
Ain't it different? (One) I link my ting in LA
But I can't fly to the States 'cah I got too much convictions (Jheeze)
Apparently all I talk is prison, but I don't know no different (No)
'Cah I was in jail up north, runnin' another coalition (Turn)
Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it
I put some roses where my wrist is
You ain't ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits (Told me turm, ayy)
Will have to take lemon juice to a p*ss test (p*ss test, s-s-s-suh)
Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast
Rollin' with smoke on my jones
Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset (One)
I still can't mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess (Princess)
I come a long way from broke days (Turn, turn)
I got to work and fixed it
