Nothing Nice lyrics

[Intro: ZayBang]
We share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Huh, look

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Rich b*tch, we share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Pay a n*gga, if I lose it all, I'm really nothin' nice
She told me all I care about is money, b*tch, you f*ckin' right
Heavy on the grams, top dollar, b*tch, ain't nothin' light
f*ck n*gga, how you love the b*tch and she just love di*k?
f*ck cheatin', I just need a b*tch who really love tricks (Clown)
And free bro, I swear his only problem is he love sticks
Big bag, keep a fast car and I love skids

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Keep up, that n*gga talkin' down, he got a lil' check
300K, ain't talkin' 'bout no workout when I bow flex
A good rapper, he could talk a good one, but he don't step
Bouncе out and yank up on that b*tch until it's nothin' left
I can't just sit around no b*tch if I can't think straight
Roll a blunt, ain't no destination on this freeway
As long as n*ggas know if we stay free, thеn we got leeway
A loss can always come up in this game, but this ain't EA
And f*ck a song, catch his ass in person, what he say-say?
Baby sent the heart, I know she finna bust a date-date
That prison cell, I couldn't get an answer or a JPay
They really sent me to that three yard behind the melee
Twenty-five hundred out the b*tch, that's a payday
It's Friday, I'm tryna kill a n*gga, I ain't Day-Day
A bag on the floor, I'm comin' now, n*gga, mayday
That AMG Benz, I could pull up in Mer—, ayy
[Chorus: ZayBang]
Rich b*tch, we share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Pay a n*gga, if I lose it all, I'm really nothin' nice
She told me all I care about is money, b*tch, you f*ckin' right
Heavy on the grams, top dollar, b*tch, ain't nothin' light
f*ck n*gga, how you love the b*tch and she just love di*k?
f*ck cheatin', I just need a b*tch who really love tricks (Clown)
And free bro, I swear his only problem is he love sticks
Big bag, keep a fast car and I love skids

[Verse 2: 2800GT]
I had to lose it all to see what I was really missin'
And I ain't gotta brag at all 'cause I'm really out here in these trenches
And if I love you, then when you call, whatever the problem is, I'ma fix it
And Ill Will, that's my dog, do right or wrong, I don't know the difference
n*gga start slidin' with no mask when it's time to send a message
Lil' bro just caught an easy one, picked him off an interception
I'm just tryna get some millions 'cause I was just sittin' in prison stressin'
I already be sendin' packs, whatever the b*tch sendin' is extra
I'm just tryna cop a Scat so I can act out, do the dash
I already seen a hundred bands, I'm hopin' this time, I'll make it last longer
I told my b*tch go bust a date, we can go to Miami and put an ass on her
We get them packs through TSA, that's why them planes be havin' bags on 'em
b*tch start actin' funny, already know that she gon' fag on me
I got my own money, b*tch, I already had that bag on me
Catch a body in my city, they hang it up like it's a glass trophy
Hottest in the city, 2800, we havin' fast motion
[Chorus: ZayBang]
Huh, look, rich b*tch, we share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Pay a n*gga, if I lose it all, I'm really nothin' nice
She told me all I care about is money, b*tch, you f*ckin' right
Heavy on the grams, top dollar, b*tch, ain't nothin' light
f*ck n*gga, how you love the b*tch and she just love di*k?
f*ck cheatin', I just need a b*tch who really love tricks (Clown)
And free bro, I swear his only problem is he love sticks
Big bag, keep a fast car and I love skids