You Ain't Got Nuthin

Lil Wayne

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    [Fabulous]
    Yes! What it look like Alc, tryin to show the niggas man
    It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
    Loso, Street fi-di-di-di-dam yess!

    [Fabulous]
    I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmation doggy deep (yess)
    And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (kermit)
    You better think before you rebit?, dont be murdered over this song,
    Before yo' aunt live it
    I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)
    Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)
    Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied wimp
    Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)
    It's been a good year, maybe I should
    ride blimp (what you think?)
    'Cause your boy just stay above the game
    They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame
    But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim
    Go 'head nigga, say another name (go 'head, go 'head)
    Take your family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games
    And Ima Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with
    this Keenan (that's right)
    Aimin' with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in
    My lil' man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya (yeah)
    Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Lupe lasagna (whoo!)
    40 Cal fettuccine, tre' pound pasta
    You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga
    You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)
    I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)
    The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired
    So you can Call A Cab, once your bitch fall for Fab

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Uhh, I get money like a motherfucker
    Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
    I got everything, you got nothing
    But you ain't got nothing on me
    Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker
    Yeaah, money you ain't never see
    Yeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
    But you ain't got nothing on me

    [Juelz Santana]
    [Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus]
    Mr. HD, high definition
    That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg
    It's Santana Ay! Hahaa

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    [Juelz Santana]
    I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)
    With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb
    Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)
    Now you can follow the drip
    'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)
    Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
    Or get opened up like presents, please
    My young boys wildin for respect
    Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese
    My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter (yep)
    My wrist look like frozen poland spring water (damn!)
    So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you
    think you messing with? (who)
    I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)
    Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)
    I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all orderves
    (Listen) I'm a shark y'all just coy fish
    (What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)
    Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)
    I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)
    She told me you'se a nag, you'se a bug (damn)
    She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)
    She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns
    So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)
    It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle
    You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Uhh, I get money like a motherfucker
    Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
    I got everything, you got nothing
    But you ain't got nothing on me
    Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker
    Yeaah, money you ain't never see
    Yeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
    But you ain't got nothing on me

    [Lil Wayne]
    [Meanwhile Chorus is playing]
    Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out

    [Lil Wayne]
    Get you 3, 4 get you
    Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2
    It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby
    My money don't folds nor bends
    Mercedes Maybach, gray-black
    And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
    Fuck your city and your town, I state facts
    Take that, no better yet like Diddy "take that"
    Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
    Got paper like a fax machine, asanean
    Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
    And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none
    I will be one, of the greatest things
    you've ever felt, you've ever seen
    Or heard, Car-ter, Harv-ard, y'all scared, not me
    Not I, call me young Popeye
    Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring rell to your funeral
    Damn I mean funerell, funeral
    You say tomato, I say tamoto
    You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em
    Man you better keep paying me, 'cause you don't want my problems
    I be wildin like (Capital One "What is in your wallet?")
    You fly, but what is it to pilot?
    Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom
    Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
    I kicked that shit, now go'n put it in the trash (Wee son)

    [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
    Uhh, Im getting money like a motherfucker
    Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
    I got everything, you got nothing
    But you ain't got nothing on me
    Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker
    Yeaah, money you ain't never see
    Yeaah, yeah, yeah,
    But you ain't got nothing on me!

    Yeah, I get money like a motherfucker
    Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
    Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing
    But you ain't got nothing on me, Yeah
    I'm gettin money like a motherfucker
    Yeaah, big money nigga,
    Big money nigga,
    Big money nigga,
    Yeaah,
    But you ain't got nothing on me

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