Nothin’ To Somethin’* lyrics

[Verse]
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These n*ggas, they broke, ain't gettin' no money
If I go and shoot, 'bout to count a whole hundred
These b*tches ain't sh*t, can't get enough from 'em
My di*k in her gut, her tummy
She love the VLONE, this money
Ayy, stickin' together, we one
Ayy, [?], the blunt
Ayy, skrt through the [?]
I can show you how to turn nothin' to somethin', yeah
I can show you how to turn nothin' to somethin'
Geek up, late night blunt
f*ckin' your hoe all in the tummy, yeah
Yeah, these b*tches ain't sh*t, can't get enough from 'em, ooh, yeah
Walkin' around with the chopper, it bust, yeah, yeah
I'm poppin' the Percocet, it bust, hmm, yeah
Up in the strip club throwin' a hundred, uh, yeah, ayy
Young n*gga blowin' a bag, huh, young n*gga gettin' this cash, ayy
Young n*gga get to these racks, hit a lil' hoe from the back
Yeah, I'm [?] by the stack, huh, yeah, I'm [?] by the stack
These n*ggas, they snitchin', these n*ggas they come out the sewer
These n*ggas some rats
I'm walkin' around with that ratchet, the chopper, it's on me, it blast
Lil' n*gga, he talkin' that sh*t, I promise sh*t gon' get tragic
I promise sh*t gon' get tragic, I'm stretchin' the money, elastic
I'm stretchin' the money, elastic, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Chanel on my glasses, posted up with bad b*tch, huh, yeah, huh
I'm gone, ayy