Nothing On You ft. Dev Owens & iso Lyrics

Keep it lit, you so cold

If it was for gold, I'm sure you'd bring it home

Killing these bitches like you packing on chrome

Getting to the chicken cause you all about your dough

You never lose your head when I'm calling you the goat

That's something that you know, I ain't gotta be your coach

You orchestrate them notes, so I know you composed

Brag and boast, baby you should do the most

Young CEO, know amateur you like a pro

Fluorescing how you glow

One thing fasho, you know origami cause I never seen you fold

Working on your body, now you built like a coke

Yeah, I'm sure I'll seen you in Vogue

Put you on a ballot, I might f**k around and vote

And I'm sure everybody know, they not on your level, got a long way to go

You the one, f**k all of the rest of these bitches

I'm in a shooting slump, cause I'm just tryna make you my Mrs.

I'll shoot the gun, cause when it come to you I start tripping

When it's just us, you like SZA cause you make it hit different

These bitches got nothing on you

Shawty you come through, I ain't doing no fronting

These bitches got nothing on you

Shawty you should come through

You gon' make it hit different, Diamond rose hitting, everybody wish

But you gets no admission, we going on a trip, let's get distant my lady

Jump off the fence for my lady One in a mil, never miss when you aiming

Matter of fact, my lover got a Mac down under I be tripping to let it go

F**k what you heard about

She know the game is gon' be haters when it's working out

Couple thousand on her page, n***as lurking now

Still in school, tryna nurse, that's what them nerves about

Yeah, it's like that

A little mean, but she sweet cause I bite back

See, if you down, I rock with you like I'm Mike Jackson

Can't high s**t, your face say it right back

You the one, f**k all of the rest of these bitches

I'm in a shooting slump, cause I'm just tryna make you my Mrs.

I'll shoot the gun, cause when it come to you I start tripping

When it's just us, you like SZA cause you make it hit different

These bitches got nothing on you

Shawty you come through, I ain't doing no fronting

These bitches got nothing on you

Shawty you should come through

I just wanna take a little time on ya

I just wanna spend a little dime on ya

I just wanna break that little spine on ya

You so fine, I should take you out to China

Take you out to eat after I'm a dime on ya

Your DM's deep, I know it's a long line on you

Put you on fleek, all them bitches, you gon' shine on 'em

Leave em blind, you deserve a max cause you in your prime, you one of a kind

These bitches got nothing on you

You cold as ice, with a lil spice I know she in her mood

Shawty, you my vice all through the night I be thinking bout you

And you ain't gotta think twice You should know that I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' die about you