You Ain't Got Nuthin (feat. Juelz Santana & Fabolous)

Yes

What it look like Alc'?

Tryna show these ****, man

It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Loso)

Street fi-di-di-di-damn

I'm with a hundred and one ****, we Dalmatian doggy deep (Yes)

And I fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon)

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 (Yeah, yeah)

Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah)

Fuck gettin' your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp

Have you in the trunk, curled up like fried shrimp

It's been a Goodyear, maybe I should ride blimp (Whatchu think?)

'Cause your boy just stay above the game

They tryna to tag 'em, spray a brother frame

But your shots can't reach me, I'm away above your aim

Go 'head, ****, say another name (Go ahead, go ahead)

Take this family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games

And I'm Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan (That's right)

Aimin' with this Damon, I'm puttin' that Major Payne in

My Little Man is on ya', Marlon and Shawn ya' (Yeah)

Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna (Woo)

Forty Cal fettucine, trey pound pasta

You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, ****

You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes)

I work the S-six ever since the five retired (Yes)

The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired

So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab

Uh, I get money like a motherfucker (Motherfucker)

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see (See)

I got everything, you got nothin'

But you ain't go nothin' on me (Me)

Oh, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Yeah, money you will never see (Mr. HD, High definition)

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothin' (So I'm coming at you ****, you dig? Santana, aye)

But you ain't go nothin' on me

I'm on the grind till the police come (Yeah)

With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb

Or I let that semi twirl you (Killa)

Now you could follow the drip

'Cause one shot outta the clip will Jheri curl ya' (Ooh)

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 smilin' with your neck, say, "Cheese"

My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (Yep, yep)

My wrist look like frozen Poland spring water

So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?)

I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ew)

Haven't you all heard? (What?)

Y'all all herbs (Yep)

I stick toothpicks (Where?)

In y'all hors d'oeuvres (Listen)

I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish (What else?)

Octopus (What else?)

Oysters

Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah)

I have her lick me up and then wipe me down (Up, down)

She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn)

She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn)

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

Uh, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

I got everything, you got nothin'

But you ain't go nothin' on me

Oh, I'm gettin' money like a muhfucker

Yeah, money you ain't never see

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

You ain't got nothin' on me (Check me out)

Get you three, four get you

Like the number, after one, I'ma get me two

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 four-four and a K, like eight 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, Carter, hover, 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 funerale, funerol

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 our bottom

Damn, I mean foot up in your ass

I kick that shit, now go and put it in the trash

Uh, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

I got everything, you got nothin'

But you ain't go nothin' on me

Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Yeah, money you will never see

Yeah, eh, eh

And you ain't go nothin' on me

Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothin'

But you ain't go nothin' on me

Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker

Yeah, big money, ****, big money, ****

Big money, ****, yeah

And you ain't got nothin' on me