Nada (Interlude)
But y'all can't live like this
Cuz my lifestyle too lavish, ya dig?
You can't do this
You know what I'm sayin', Im sitting poolside everyday
Wave in this bitch, yeah I feel too official
Come get yo' bitch she gon' tattoo initials
Came back I'm ballin, she blow like a whistle
I'm drippin, and splashin', you more like a drizzle
You can keep talkin' I'm worried 'bout stackin'
60 upfront, and the rest for the backend
He can't keep up, he don't fit with the fashion
Flex on a bitch then get right back to cashin'
It's the money on my mind, what you talkin' bout?
Break her spine two times, have her fallin out?
Found a new bitch, bout to switch then I run it back
Hit her face down, leg up, bet she comin' back
Had to cut her off, lil baby gettin' too attached
No matter what I do, Imma always have her running back
But it don't take a second thought tho, I ain't wanting that?
Ain't wanting that?
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
Yeah, Don't want her she too involved
Srt we speedin' off, she pop more percs then tylenol
Rollin' in my room we takin off
Tell her lock that door, don't come in here
Got a hand on the stick, finna switch my gear
Gonna ride to the top, imma sit she steer
Told you goin' broke only thing I fear
No you cant make a move
Cuz I ain't in the mood
Know you like me, wanna fight me
But I won't make you my wifey
Just because my fit is pricey, that don't mean I'll buy you icy
Hit you up, that shit is nightly
Wanna fuck it's getting spicy
I don't your shit, bitch I'm on my own
Take a break from the Rick, so my fit all chrome
Bitch I'm on to the next cuz the shit got old
Better blame my ex, why my heart so cold
Better blame these checks, why I got so bold
'Bout to stack these knots 'till the shit can't fold
Boy you not down, coulda swore you told
Lose my mind when I'm in my mode
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
Cuz my lifestyle too lavish, ya dig?
You can't do this
You know what I'm sayin', Im sitting poolside everyday
Wave in this bitch, yeah I feel too official
Come get yo' bitch she gon' tattoo initials
Came back I'm ballin, she blow like a whistle
I'm drippin, and splashin', you more like a drizzle
You can keep talkin' I'm worried 'bout stackin'
60 upfront, and the rest for the backend
He can't keep up, he don't fit with the fashion
Flex on a bitch then get right back to cashin'
It's the money on my mind, what you talkin' bout?
Break her spine two times, have her fallin out?
Found a new bitch, bout to switch then I run it back
Hit her face down, leg up, bet she comin' back
Had to cut her off, lil baby gettin' too attached
No matter what I do, Imma always have her running back
But it don't take a second thought tho, I ain't wanting that?
Ain't wanting that?
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
Yeah, Don't want her she too involved
Srt we speedin' off, she pop more percs then tylenol
Rollin' in my room we takin off
Tell her lock that door, don't come in here
Got a hand on the stick, finna switch my gear
Gonna ride to the top, imma sit she steer
Told you goin' broke only thing I fear
No you cant make a move
Cuz I ain't in the mood
Know you like me, wanna fight me
But I won't make you my wifey
Just because my fit is pricey, that don't mean I'll buy you icy
Hit you up, that shit is nightly
Wanna fuck it's getting spicy
I don't your shit, bitch I'm on my own
Take a break from the Rick, so my fit all chrome
Bitch I'm on to the next cuz the shit got old
Better blame my ex, why my heart so cold
Better blame these checks, why I got so bold
'Bout to stack these knots 'till the shit can't fold
Boy you not down, coulda swore you told
Lose my mind when I'm in my mode
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
I don't want Nada, I don't want Nada
She draped in prada, I'm bout my gwala
I'm bout my gwala, I don't want Nada
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Writer(s): Marley Sturdivant
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