AINT NOTHING lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, 2023, b*tch, this Chase year
Turn up
Yeah, yeah, Amiri Flair, yeah

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this b*tch, and they think that a young n*gga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a n*gga eyes low, can't put your ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put your ass on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram poles ain't nothin'
Thinking your b*tch on lock, lil' boy, she f*ckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that b*tch, you buggin'
n*gga gon' whack your muffin, go ahead, call my bluff

[Verse]
Hundred racks in the zip, I'ma f*ck around, put a bag on a b*tch
Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip
Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix
Got the bae doin' tricks on my di*k, it's a parade in my city (Go)
Hate but they broke, I don't get it, f*ck her, she probably regret it
Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom
Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana
These n*ggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle
Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a n*gga doin'
I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet
Kate want me to die, hah, stupid b*tch, I ain't dead yet
I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em
And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you
When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you
Now they come back, want some sh*t, n*ggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick
I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist
I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my b*tches
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this b*tch, and they think that a young n*gga slow
Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho
Puffin' on dro got a n*gga eyes low, can't put your ass on, you ain't one my bro
Can't put your ass on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
Instagram hoes ain't nothin' (Nope)
Instagram poles ain't nothin'
Thinking your b*tch on lock, lil' boy, she f*ckin'
Dirty lil' whore, she love it
Think you gon' do something 'bout that b*tch, you buggin'
n*gga gon' whack your muffin, go ahead, call my bluff