Nothing Else lyrics
by Jace
[Verse 1]
I been smoking gas out of Sprinters
I like stunting in the summertime, so I’m ducking off every winter
f*ck your baby mama once then I’m dipping
Rolling up all kinds of stuff and I’m feeling
Pretty good to be honest, they say more money, more problems
So I got me and I’m counting
She black and educated, and she loves counting, I love her
f*ck a cliché, I been up for three days
Spending money on the freeway, listening to Freeway
Tryna make sure that my team’s straight
And I can barely even see straight
So many b*tches you would think a n*gga speed dates
And they seek gray every time that they see me
f*ck you saying?
I got loud in this blunt
So when you talkin' sh*t man say it with your chest
I like moving ‘round when I stunt
My three chains and my heavy neck
Nike life, I want every check
My pockets popping like they heavy set
Heavens yes, give 'em hell, to the death, always rep
That’s a motherf*cking bet, hey
[Chorus]
n*ggas always running round talking bout some motherf*cking pressure, hold it
f*ck a price, if the pack’s still right then I'm all in
Tell em right now, if it ain’t cash they can hold it
n*ggas die young, living fast, might crash cause I’m on one
Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else
I want it all in a rush, like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just smoking on good gas, like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just tryna get the big bags, till it ain’t nothing left
[Verse 2]
I got two brand new b*tches chilling in a condo
Blunt costs more than your car note, good gas get me higher than a pilot, auto
Good gas, blast off like a rocket, Otto
Walk in sack, like give me, all those
No wait, right now, pronto
Black horse coupe riding ‘round, Tonto
Let me be clear, I am the man of the minute, the hour, the month, and the year
Living Huxtable, comfortable, let’s get a couple of chills
You can not f*ck with us yeah
My whole set when we smile have ghost heads, oh yes
On, and we ain’t even on yet
Won’t be long, let’s celebrate what we have, n*gga looking on some
And yeen ain’t no money yeen getting round with ya
Ain’t talking bout nothing, ain’t got nothing, money you fine
Back to back, kicking sh*t, hackey sack
Or acrobats, flipping that, [?]
[Chorus]
n*ggas always running round talking bout some motherf*cking pressure, hold it
f*ck a price, if the pack’s still right then I'm all in
Tell em right now, if it ain’t cash they can hold it
n*ggas die young, living fast, might crash cause I’m on one
Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else
I want it all in a rush, like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just smoking on good gas, like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just tryna get the big bags, till it ain’t nothing left