Ain’t nothing lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, these pussies ain't nothing
Yeah, they ain't get no money
Yeah, and I'm telling you now that this ain't that
She said "Boy, you so crazy, like why you say that?"
Three M's on the b*tch, it not from the Maybach (SniperSpace)
Tell them lil' pus*y boys, I can see them taking my style and taking my swag

[Chorus]
Yeah
Uh, you right beside me
Uh, right besides me
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, they Siamese
I'm already rich, can't sign me
My money big, your's tiny (Yeah)
I said I'd double back, I'd really times three
Eliantte chain gang, these b*tches so shiny
Sippin' on this mud, this dirty, this b*tch so grimy (Yeah)
Playing lost and found with these racks, how they find me? (Yeah)
Skinny b*tch got mac and cheese pus*y, it grip on me (Yeah)
If I was deaf, I'd get these racks in sign language (Huh?)
Boy, you ain't rich, that 1400 stimulated

[Verse]
Yeah, X, money, Perc' all I need
They in the bed, they been sleeping on me
b*tch, pull up and eat on my meat (Ack)
Let me tell you, these pussies, they ain't nothing (No, they not)
They don't get no money, yeah
And they always make assumptions when it's they the one's who bluffing (Lying)
Chop up the top of the coupe, let it breathe (Yeah, swerve)
Go ahead, you pulled up right here, you get on your knees (Yeah, where at?)
I took the racks out the bag, boy, they stack all the way to the ceiling, can't fit in my hand (Yeah)
I had to take me a break from the X, b*tch, I'm way too high, I can't land
Yeah, this b*tch on a plane, she eating up
Yeah, I been geekin' up, yeah, I been tweakin' out
Yeah, I got the AMG, it got a Racer on the seats and I told 'em it's leading up
My b*tch pus*y so wet, wet, wet
Your b*tch pus*y so wet, wet, wet
Telling you now these Perc's ain't crap
And I'm telling you now that this ain't that
She said "Boy, you so crazy, like why you say that?"
Three M's on the b*tch, it not from the Maybach
Tell them lil' pus*y boys, I can see them taking my style and taking my swag
I'm just gon' pull out the wallet, oh, yeah
And it's got a whole lot of bread to do that
Rocking that Chrome Heart ring, Number (N)ine all on my jean, yeah
b*tch want Chanel, want Pink
Yeah, came in the store, she want everything
But I can't marry a thot, finna give these drugs my wedding ring
Yeah, this X (Boot up, I boot up)
You boot up like this, you gon' feel like the sky
These kid's Krabby Patty, they burger, boy, they extra greased (Burgers)
And a side of onion rings, boy, they extra fried (Fried)
Yeah, I'ma pop my sh*t just like I Percalized (Yeah, Pop out, yeah, pop out, yeah)
When I say I'm one of the latest, no, no, I don't lie (No)
And I said I quit this sh*ts, yeah, but at least I tried
2021, the Porsche's, yeah, it's extra sized (Pop out, yeah, pop out, yeah, pop out)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Uh, you right beside me
Uh, right besides me
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, they Siamese
I'm already rich, can't sign me
My money big, your's tiny (Yeah)
I said I'd double back, I'd really times three
Eliantte chain gang, these b*tches so shiny
Sippin' on this mud, this dirty, this b*tch so grimy (Yeah)
Playing lost and found with these racks, how they find me? (Yeah)
Skinny b*tch got mac and cheese pus*y, it grip on me (Yeah)
If I was deaf, I'd get these racks in sign language (Huh?)
Boy, you ain't rich, that 1400 stimulated