Not for Nuttin'

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



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Writer(s): Jose García
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