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Nothin' 2 Me (feat. Cousin Stizz)

Jazz Cartier

The Fleur Print


Woah, woah, uh-uh
Yeah, uh-uh (Brr)
Yeah, huh-uh
Yeah
I'm goin' stupid, yeah

Why they keep fucking with me? (Huh?)
Why they keep fucking with me? (Huh?)
I try to keep the peace, mama
But they keep fucking with me (Huh)
Money ain't nothin' to me
I spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me (Huh)
She wanna fuck after the club, I give her somethin' to eat

Forever fly, fuck a Tarmac
How you rap and got no slaps?
Get your money up and your hoe back
Bad bitches we remote that
If it's beef, then we smoke that
Broke niggas, cut 'em no slack
We some hot boys, so we toast that, yeah
Stirring O's like they fruit loops, woah (Fruity)
Never touch road, you in gym shoes
Tryna stack 'til it grow mildew
Can't lie, I won't miss you, woah
My new bitch do it times two
Bought her chest and her lips too
Run 'em down in them gym shoes
Woah, yeah, uh
Bitch, Goddamn, I heard you ride around with a strap
I heard you gettin' bread like a motherfucker
But I get bread too and I fuck 'em
I'm here to stay, 'fore she came, cuban chain, full tank
Bitch, I mean you got that for me
I ain't tryna hear no "Sorry"
Switch it up, get a new run shortly
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
(Cuzzi can I talk to you?)

Why they keep fucking with me? (Huh?)
Why they keep fucking with me? (Huh?)
I try to keep the peace, mama
But they keep fucking with me (Huh)
Money ain't nothin' to me
I spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me (Huh)
She wanna fuck after the club, I give her somethin' to eat, relax
This shit is nothin' to me
This shit is nothin' to me
Niggas swear that they, mmh, ayy
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Ayy
This shit is nothin' to me either (Relax)
Met a new bitch, [?] meat eater
In love with the shit, but we cheaters
I lay around with the street creepers
Fire up the zaza, I need steamers
You need a thousand for these sneakers
Really I never gave one fuck, 'long as we up
And feel the lane, feel me, babe
Pounds all in the trunk
We play the ball, when ain't no love in the game
Approach [?] who dumb enough
Dangerous, dangerous, stumble up
As far as the plan, remember you dubbin' us
But run it, I got it, go double up
I got a tripler, I got a quadruple, y'all see
I'm in the bar where the stars think
She get me all [?]
Millions and hundreds, it's all crucial
My dawg sell coca, they all coocoo
Can't fuck the shit up
We fillin' that counter up, jump out the jump
I know that enough not enough, ayy

Why they keep fucking with me? (Huh?)
Why they keep fucking with me? (Huh?)
I try to keep the peace, mama
But they keep fucking with me (Huh)
Money ain't nothin' to me
I spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me (Huh)
She wanna fuck after the club, I give her somethin' to eat, relax
This shit is nothin' to me
This shit is nothin' to me
Niggas swear that they, mmh, ayy
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me (Uh)

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