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Ain’t nothing Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, these pussies ain't nothin', yeah, they don't get no money, yeah
(And I'm tellin' you now that this ain't that)
(She say, "Boy, you so crazy, like, why you say that?")
(Three M's on the bitch, it not from the Maybach) (SniperSpace)
Tell them lil' pussy boys, "Go take a seat, you ain't touchin' my style, you ain't takin' my swag"

[Chorus]
Yeah, you right beside me, uh, right beside me
I fucked these bitches, they Siamese, I'm already rich, can't sign me (SniperSpace, yeah)
My money big, your tiny
Yeah, I said I'd double, but I really times three (Swerve)
Eliantte chain gang, this bitch so shiny (Ooh)
Sippin' on this mud, it's dirty, this bitch so grimy (Yeah)
Playin' lost and found with these racks, how they find me? (Sniper— Sniper— SniperSpace) (Yeah)
Skinny bitch got mac-and-cheese-pussy, it grip on me (Woo)
Yeah, if I was deaf, I'd get these racks in sign language (Woo, argh)
Boy, you ain't rich, that fourteen hunnid stimulated (Ack)

[Verse]
X, money, Perc', all I need (Yeah)
They in the bed, they been sleepin' on me (Hah)
Bitch, pull up and eat on my meat (Ack), let me tell you
These pussies, they ain't nothin' (Nah, mane), they don't get no money, yeah
And they always make assumptions when it's they the one who bluffin' (Lyin')
Chop off the top of the coupe, let it breathe (Phew, swerve)
Go ahead, you put the work in when you get on your knees (Yeah, work)
I took the racks out the bag, boy, they stack all the way to the ceiling, can't fit in my hand (Yeah)
I had to take me a break from the X, bitch, I'm way too high, I can't land
Yeah, this bitch on a plane, she eatin' up, yeah, I been geekin' up, yeah, I been tweakin' out (Phew)
Yeah, I got the AMG, yeah, got the red inside on the seats and I told 'em it's bleedin' out (Ack)
My bitch pussy so wet-wet-wet, your bitch pussy so wack-wack-wack
Tellin' you now, these Percs is crack (Ah)
And I'm tellin' you now that this ain't that (Huh?)
She say, "Boy, you so crazy, like, why you say that?"
Three M's on the bitch, it not from the Maybach (Hm)
Tell them lil' pussy boy-boys, "Take a seat, ya ain't touchin' my style, you ain't takin' my swag" (Aah)
I sip a whole lotta Wock', lotta, yeah, and it cost a whole lot of bread to do that (Ah)
Rockin' that Chrome Heart ring, Number (N)ine all on my jean (Yeah)
Bitch want Chanel, want PINK, came in the store, she want everything
But I can't marry a thot, finna give these drugs my wedding ring
Yeah, this X (Booted up), when you boot up like this, you gon' feel like a God (Yeah)
These kids Krabby Patty burger, boy, they extra greased (Burgers)
And a side of onion rings, boy, they extra fried (Fried)
Yeah, I'ma pop my shit, just like it's Fourth July (Yeah, pop out, yeah, pop out, yeah)
When I say I'm one of the latest, no-no, I don't lie (Nah)
And I said I quit these shits, yeah, but at least I tried (Tried)
2021, the Porsche's, yeah, it's extra-sized (SniperSpace) (Pop out, yeah, pop out, yeah, pop out, yeah, pop out)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you right beside me, uh, right beside me (Beside)
I fucked these bitches, they Siamese, I'm already rich, can't sign me (SniperSpace, yeah)
My money big, your tiny
Yeah, I said I'd double, but I really times three (Swerve)
Elliante chain gang, this bitch so shiny (Ooh)
Sippin' on this mud, it's dirty, this bitch so grimy (Yeah)
Playin' lost and found with these racks, how they find me? (Sniper— Sniper— SniperSpace) (Yeah)
Skinny bitch got mac-and-cheese-pussy, it grip on me (Woo)
Yeah, if I was deaf, I'd get these racks in sign language (Woo, argh)
Boy, you ain't rich, that fourteen hunnid stimulated (Ack)