You Ain't Got Nuthin

Lyrics

Yess
 What it look like Alc
 Tryin' to show the niggas man
 It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
 Loso
 Street fi-di-di-di-dam yes
 I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmatian doggy deep (yess)
 And fly with the tongue
 So if you feeling froggy leap (come on)
 Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
 Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it
 I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib it's
 Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic
 Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied wimp
 Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp
 It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp
 Cause your boy just stay above the game
 They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
 But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
 Go 'head nigga, say another name
 Take this family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games
 And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan
 Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in
 My Little Man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya
 Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna
 Forty Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta
 You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
 You only see me pushing if the driver's tired
 I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired
 The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired
 So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab
 Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
 Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
 I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 Oww I'm gettin' money like a muhfucka
 Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
 Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 I'm on the grind 'til the police come
 With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
 Or, I let that semi twirl you
 Now you can follow the drip
 Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya
 Leave you sloppy like seconds
 Obey me like peasants
 Or get opened up like presents, please
 My young boys wildin' for respect
 Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
 My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter
 My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water
 So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messin' with
 I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit
 Haven't you all heard
 Y'all all herbs
 I stick toothpicks in y'all hors d'oeuvres
 I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
 Octopus, oysters
 Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now
 I have her lick me up and then wipe me down
 She told me you's a nag, you's a bug
 She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud
 She told me you be beastin', you be checkin' for the burns
 So I gave her knee pads for the rug
 It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle
 You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally
 Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
 Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
 I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 Oww I'm gettin' money like a muhfucka
 Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
 Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 Get you 3, forget you
 Like the number after 1, I'mma get me 2
 It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
 My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes
 Maybach, grey-black
 And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
 Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
 Take that, no better yet like Diddy, take that
 Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
 Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen
 Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
 And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none
 I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen
 Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me
 Not I, call me Young Popeye
 Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral
 Damn I mean fun-er-ill, fun-er-ol
 You say tomato, I say tomahto
 You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
 Man you better keep payin' me
 Cause you don't want my problems
 I be wildin' like Capital One
 What is in your wallet
 You fly, but what is it to pilot
 Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
 Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
 I kick that shit
 Now go'n put it in the trash
 Uhh, I get money like a muhfucker
 Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
 I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me
 Oww I'm gettin' money like a muhfucka
 Yeeaah, money you ain't never see
 Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
 But you ain't got nothing on me

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Song Details

Duration
05:27
Key
2
Tempo
106 BPM

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