Ain't It Different
Ain't It Different

Headie One ft. Stormzy, ONEFOUR, AJ Tracey - Ain't It Different Lyrics

Ever wondered what happens when street smarts meet luxury? This track is a masterclass in juxtaposition. Headie One and the crew reminisce about their gritty pasts—think prison cells, Digestive biscuit birthday cakes, and lemon juice for drug tests. Fast… Read more

Aug 19, 2020
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Ain't It Different Music Video

Ain't It Different Lyrics

(Baby, are you up for this?)
(Ready for the bump and grind)
(Baby, are you up for this?)
Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh
(Baby, are you up for this?)

Ain't it different? (One) I link my ting in LA
Why I can't fly to the states? 'Cause I got too much convictions (ay)
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 turn)
Or have to take lemon juice to a piss test (piss test) (s-s-s-suh)
Everyday 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

Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (turn, turn, turn, turn)
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)
(Yeah, gang, gang, West Sydney's drillers)

This shit ain't changed, of course we're different (of course)
They wonder why we ain't fell off yet, 'cause of course we're gifted
And the gang still can't do no live shows until the law uplifts it (nah)
Now tell them "Look at what you made us do" like Taylor Swift did (look at that)
Still aim and pivot
That chain don't fit you boy so give it (gimme that)
Team came from CSI meals and greens and jail-issued linen
But now it's Rico for all the fiends, I'm completely winning (winner)
Invite these fiends to dinner
Brilliant prof, my G's deliver
Henny and Voss to feed the liver
Plenty of shots that we deliver
Take shots at we? It's best you reconsider (yeah)
Don't need no plug 'cause we the realest
Moving packs like we're The Millers
Concrete jungle, we're gorillas
Free my guys, it's been a minute (free 'em)
All these opps that we've diminished
Like Steff Lon, my brothers are dons
Yeah, we came up from down under of Sydney, that's city of guns
I'm stacking up all these funds, making paper like Donald Trump
We started drill rap in Aussie, now look at what it's become ('come)

Baby, are you up for this? (Ooh, ooh)
I am feeling hot tonight (ooh, ooh)
Ready for the bump and grind (ooh, ooh)
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ooh, ooh) (ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (ooh, ooh) (ay, ay)
Ready for the bump and grind (ooh, ooh)
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (suh, suh, s-s-s-suh)

Ain't it different? (Yeah)
Spent like ten years grindin' (facts)
Covered in diamonds, never been mining
Came through, man's still shining (blaow)
'Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack (pack)
And now I'm in Dubai, liming (vroom)
Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin' (perfect)
The new whip's white on white, peanut butter, rose gold lining (skrrt)
You can catch me in central (let's go)
Car so dumb, when I press this button it's gone, I don't do rentals (I pay)
Air 1's fresher than menthol (they're fresh)
I don't wanna get shit lit
But the way that bro grip sticks ain't gentle (brrt)
Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs
Get corn stuck in your dental

Baby, are you up for this? (Ooh, ooh)
I am feeling hot tonight (ooh, ooh)
Ready for the bump and grind (ooh, ooh)
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ooh, ooh) (ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (ooh, ooh) (ay, ay)
Ready for the bump and grind (ooh, ooh)
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (turn, turn, turn, turn)

Ain't it different? (Different)
When I first stepped in the game (game)
Man tried leech on my name now they wanna act all distant
Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens (huh?)
It's good it's not back in the day, woulda got you so wrapped on Clifton
I don't really take no checks, I'll warn you
And I don't do threats, I'm cordial
I don't even Snap on the jet, it's normal
Black tie but I'm dressed informal (boy)
Like the boys from East, I'm nasty
Don't do drip but I still stay classy
You wanna know, then ask me, easy

Baby, are you up for this? (Ooh, ooh) (one)
I am feeling hot tonight (ooh, ooh)
Ready for the bump and grind (ooh, ooh)
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain't it different, one) (ooh, ooh)
I am feeling hot tonight (ooh, ooh)
Ready for the bump and grind (ooh, ooh)
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah (turn, turn, turn, turn)

(Baby, are you?)
(Baby, are you?)
(Baby, are you?)
(Baby, are you?)

Writer(s): Anthony Kiedis, Camille Purcell, Chad Gaylord Smith, Che Wolton Grant, Frederick John Philip Gibson, Gary Jackson, Irving Ampofo Adjei, John Anthony Frusciante, Marion Marie Hall, Michael Balzary, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior, Steven Marsden, Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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What is the Meaning of Ain't It Different?

Ever wondered what happens when street smarts meet luxury? This track is a masterclass in juxtaposition. Headie One and the crew reminisce about their gritty pasts—think prison cells, Digestive biscuit birthday cakes, and lemon juice for drug tests. Fast forward to now, they’re dripping in diamonds and cruising through Dubai in white-on-white whips. 🚗💨 The chorus asks if you’re up for the "bump and grind," but it's not just about dancing; it’s a metaphor for the hustle, the struggle, and ultimately, the sweet taste of success. Ain't it different when you've made it big?

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