You Ain't Got Nuthin (feat. Juelz Santana & Fabolous)

Yes, what it look like Alc'? I'm tryin' to show the niggas man It's that Street Fam man, we rep that, Loso Street fi-di-di-di-damn I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmatian doggy deep (Yes) And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon) Kermit, you better think before you ribbit Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib, it's Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp 'Cause your boy just stay above the game They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim Go 'head, nigga, say another name Take this family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan Aimin' with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in My Little Man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna Forty Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!) I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab Uhh, I get money like a mo'fucker Shades darker than a bitch but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Ohh, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker Yeah, money you ain't never see Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me I'm on the grind 'til the police come With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb Or, I let that semi twirl you, now you can follow the drip 'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jheri curl ya (Ooh) Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents, please My young boys wildin' for respect Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (Yep!) My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messin' with? I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!) Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!) I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres (Listen) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish (What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters Chump! I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!) I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!) She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!) She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!) She told me you be beastin', you be checkin' for the burns So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!) It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally Uhh, I'm getting money like a mo'fucker Shades darker than a bitch but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Ohh, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker Yeah, money you ain't never see Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Get you, three, four-get you Like the number after one, I'ma get me two It's Weezy F-you, now you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes Maybach, grey-black And I got a .44 and a 'K, like eight stacks Fuck your city and your town, I state facts Take that! No, better yet, like Diddy "Take that" Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt You've ever seen, or heard, Car-ter, Har-vard, y'all scared Not me, not I, call me Young Popeye Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral Damn I mean funeral, funerol, you say tomato, I say tomahto You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em Man, you better keep payin' me 'cause you don't want my problems I be wildin' like Capital One, what is in your wallet? You fly, but what is it to pilot? Weezy, I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass I kick that shit now gon' put it in the trash (Deezle!) Uhh, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker Shades darker than a bitch but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker Yeah, money you'll never see Yeah, uh, uh And you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker Shades darker than a bitch but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker Yeah, big money nigga Big money nigga, big money nigga Yeah, and you ain't got nothin' on me