Not for Nuttin' Lyrics

Speed it up

Bitch im geeking up

3 Grams in a blunt

That shit creeping up

Someone go pay the man

I need a paid advance

Stop taking them pictures

Somewhere in marzipan

Don't fuck with the Florida Man

He came now he missing

Give him the combo 9

He fuck with Soprano vibes

Chasing them digits

She ain't fuck me when I stuttered hoe

Now I moved up to the upper floor

Keep that shit tuck

Be ready in case something come up

Guns all in my face

Told her to get away

I can't even concentrate

Little bit of dodge and play

Nigga that's how them goblins play

Go ahead and fix your plate

He still listen what momma say

Chasing down the cake

Shit I been looking for a stupid plate

Lately it's a race

It's a struggle everyday

Speed it up

Bitch im geeking up

3 Grams in a blunt

That shit creeping up

Someone go pay the man

I need a paid advance

Stop taking them pictures

Somewhere in marzipan

Don't fuck with the Florida Man

He came now he missing

He went against me on that beat

Yeah that streak you gonna lose it

That shit cut me deep

But I ain't lose sleep

End of the day this shit ain't nothing

You a dime a dozen

Just for that

Mixed it up

Now it taste like robitussin

She said she wasn't but that bitch was up to something

Two clicks from this forty have his ass jumping

Not for Nuttin'

But she said my music touching

Shit will have her busting

Late night with her single ladies clubbing

Speed it up

Bitch im geeking up

3 Grams in a blunt

That shit creeping up

Someone go pay the man

I need a paid advance

Stop taking them pictures

Somewhere in marzipan

Don't fuck with the Florida Man

He came now he missing