Mean Nothing lyrics

(Hook)

Talm bout all that money really don’t mean sh*t to me;
Make your own homie turn you back and leave you history;
Better think about that gutta when you mention me;
b*tch I rep that 1300 chattown, Tenn-A-Key;
Remember I was trapping out my mama home;
Now I can go and buy her anything she want;

That sh*t don’t mean nothing
I came up from nothing; (2X)

(1st Verse)

All this money yea I stack it up;
If I pull this cash out out, Bet this little b*tch start acting up;
Riding with the foreign, In this foreign and that b*tch go vroom;
Yeah that b*tch go vroom;
Yea im off this act...
Sipping act no prune;
Stars offs in the sunroof, Shawty think we spaceship;
n*gga f*ck a day shift;
And however they feel;
Got these b*tches staring at me like they seen a ghost;
Told her keep her pants on, I just want the throat;
Cause a young n*gga jugging, I just ride around with that bag;
Hoes be out here f*cking, I just run me up a check;
Told her bust it up open, Throw some hundreds on that cat;
Whats that sh*t you claiming?
Nah... We don't f*ck with that;
(Hook)

Talm bout all that money really don’t mean sh*t to me;
Make your own homie turn you back and leave you history;
Better think about that gutta when you mention me;
b*tch I rep that 1300 chattown, Tenn-A-Key;
Remember I was trapping out my mama home;
Now I can go and buy her anything she want;

That sh*t don’t mean nothing
I came up from nothing; (2X)

(Sleep: 2nd Verse)

I came up from nothing
Had to trap off in the trenches;
Had to post up in the malice
12 come we jumping fences;
From the sun up, To the set
Trying come up on a check;
Whole lot of rag races
Stack it up, Then watch me flex;
Watch me flex...
I came straight out jets
Where they hustle like nothing
Never worry bout the next;
Hold up... Let me check my text
I think I got a play for eighty;
Had to re-up with my people
Four or buy four and a baby;
I keep them going crazy...
Well maybe;
Whole lot of hollow tips
In case a n*gga try to play me;
Middle fingers to the opp
A lot of n*ggas they fugazi;
Shout to the middle section
That’s that sh*t that use to pay;
For real...

Dorreace Da’Loon:
(Hook)

Talm bout all that money really don’t sh*t to me;
Make your own homie turn you back and leave you history;
Better think about that gutta when you mention me;
b*tch I rep that 1300 chattown, Tenn-A-Key;
Remember I was trapping out my mama home;
Now I can go and buy her anything she want;

That sh*t don’t mean nothing
I came up from nothing; (2X)