Nuthin 2 Me Lyrics

Golden child

Mob Gang

The gas I be smoking polluting the lobby

They won't give a job, I might go back to robbing

My whole life, I been serving niggas exotic

My pocket got cottage cheese

Natural bitch, she don't do that weave

I handle my shit in the streets

And them niggas ain't fucking with me

Spending money that's nothing to me

Told my homie, lets run up them Gs

Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze

Catch a case, you not coming with me

In the field, they not running with me

Stacking up green like some celery

I can't hang out wit folks who don't better me

Booted on some motherfucking ecstasy

With a freak in the bed, trying to wrestle me

Suck my dick while another bitch texting me

I'm a dog, who the fuck want some pedigree

Ain't no ruler you got, that can measure me

Dukie to fly, that shit look like a jet to me

Dasani water, that pussy feel wet to me

Give me brain, baby girl come and lecture me

The relationship we got is sexually

Pin her down to ground, need a referee

I talk numbers but shawdy gone F with me

And the ganstas around me respectfully

I rock them Nikes but nobody checking me

Dropping these hits, got these bitches getting next to me

I was taking them trips, trying to load up them packs

Made it to Arizona but didn't make it back

We got locked up in Texas, my iPhone was tapped

I be real with this shit I can't come with no cap

Kicking in doors, when I didn't have a strap

Running off on the plug we finessing his sack

Paranoid, too alert, you will not see me lack

I just walked in the hotel went straight to the back

The gas I be smoking polluting the lobby

They won't give a job, I might go back to robbing

My whole life, I been serving niggas exotic

My pocket got cottage cheese

Natural bitch, she don't do that weave

I handle my shit in the streets

And them niggas ain't fucking with me

Spending money, that's nothing to me

Told my homie, lets run up them Gs

Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze

Catch a case, you not coming with me

In the field, they not running with me

Dukie hell yeah, let's run up them Gs

But none of them Gs is free, the fuck you mean

Cuban links, diamond dancing like Billie Jean

Sorry I added your little bitch to the team

Boy I need to cut down on this fucking lean

I won't settle for less, this shit here my dream

Pockets mozzarella, velveeta cheese

Still serving exotic like what you need

You want green wockhardt or you want some weed

Natural bitch, she don't got to wear weave

Swear this dick only thing she receive

I ain't want her no more, told her leave

Still dog her like golden retriever

Sipping syrup like it's Griffith, no Peter

Tyler Hero, I keep me a heater

Level up in this bitch like I'm freezer, dragon ball

We can't keep popping pills, they gone kill us all

You ain't did it before, don't you get involved

I can't serve that little boy, I think he the laws

If I go back to robbing, that's all of y'all

Guarantee your little problem is gone get solved

I keep copping this Polo right from the mall

If they say that it's smoke, I'm a make a call

The gas I be smoking polluting the lobby

They won't give a job, I might go back to robbing

My whole life, I been serving niggas exotic

My pocket got cottage cheese

Natural bitch, she don't do that weave

I handle my shit in the streets

And them niggas ain't fucking with me

Spending money, that's nothing to me

Told my homie, lets run up them Gs

Put that shit on some jewelry and freeze

Catch a case, you not coming with me

In the field, they not running with me