NOTHING ON YOU ft. Jon Carlo$ Lyrics

Yeah, phone be ringing, I ain't in the mood

Yeah, I was sitting here thinking bout you

Phone be ringing, I ain't in the mood

I was sitting here thinking bout you

Know I'm still who you think about too

Pour your glass and go drink about too

I was thinking bout kissing you baby

I was thinking bout licking you baby

Ain't no cap in my rap when I say this

I swear I was thinking bout dicking you baby

Split your wig did I mention it baby

Break your back I get into it baby

Know you love when we intimate baby

Know my love what you missing lil baby

She just like Jayda, I'm just her Lil Baby

Thought I blocked her and then she went crazy

Said that she hopped in the whip, bout to slide to my crib

Yeah, she just a lil crazy

Not at work but I make sure you get off

She love riding I swear she won't get off

Pull her hair, smack her ass, make her get off

Imma buy her a bag when I get on

Like this shit here ain't nothing to me

Honestly it's just stunting to me

But this shit here don't come for the free

Hold me down, it's the loyalty for me

You the one on my mind girl it's you

Got my heart it ain't nothing to prove

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

You the one on my mind girl it's you

Got my heart it ain't nothing to prove

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

Yeah, no them hoes ain't got nothing on you

No them hoes ain't got nothing on you

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

No them hoes ain't got nothing on you

And these hoes ain't got nothing

I tell you hear me out, you always thinking I'm bluffing

But ain't no back and forth, I guess that's the end of discussion

And only time will tell, I just hope that you don't rush it

Oh, no

Mind going like a mile per minute

Always hit you when I'm back in the city

Making movies feel like sex in the city

Nice teeth, and that ass sitting pretty

You tired of feeling like an object

I'm tryna focus on my progress

So fuck the stress, let's jump on a jet

Jump on this dick, lemme make you wet

But you've been on my mind

And I can't waste no time

Let me wrap my arms around you, tell you it's alright

And all these hoes around and you still on my mind

Yes, you still on my mind

You the one on my mind girl it's you

Got my heart it ain't nothing to prove

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

You the one on my mind girl it's you

Got my heart it ain't nothing to prove

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

Yeah, no them hoes ain't got nothing on you

No them hoes ain't got nothing on you

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

No them hoes ain't got nothing on you

You the one on my mind and you know it

Got me writing it down like a poet

Said you leaving, the fuck is you going

With my heart, where the fuck is you going

I be yawning at bitches they boring

I can't talk less it's money she know it

It's two things that I'm wanting right now

It's the bread and some head and you already know it

So pull up, why you taking so long

Get inside, I'm like take all this off

I be hard like I can't make it soft

Finish fucking, might make me a song

Need the words to explain how I'm feeling

I get in my feelings, might write me a million

If I'm not here with you, in the gym and the stu

I be working, I'm tryn' make a million

Swear this right here could make me a billion

Double up till I make me a trillion

Blow a bag if you loyal I mean it baby

I be nice but these hoes get the meanest $wavey

Know they watching they check my demeanor

I be fresh like I stepped out the cleaners

And she matching, my bitch be the cleanest

Swear she fie, I ain't met no one cleaner

You the one on my mind girl it's you

Got my heart it ain't nothing to prove

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you

You the one on my mind girl it's you

Got my heart it ain't nothing to prove

Bitches hate know they hoping you lose

But them hoes ain't got nothing on you