paroles de chanson You Ain't Got Nuthin' - lil wayne
Yess
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
yes
I'm
with
101
niggas,
we
dalmatian
doggy
deep
(yess)
And
fly
with
the
tongue
So
if
you
feeling
froggy
leap
(come
on)
Kermit,
you
better
think
before
you
ribbit
Don't
get
murdered
over
your
song,
before
you
ad-lib
it
I
pop
up
like
Xzibit,
but
given
I'm
at
your
crib
it's
Not
to
put
no
fucking
fish
tanks
in
your
Civic
Fuck
getting
your
ride
pimped,
you'll
get
hog-tied
wimp
Have
you
in
the
trunk
curled
up
like
fried
shrimp
It's
been
a
good
year,
maybe
I
should
ride
blimp
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
Take
this
family
for
a
joke,
play
them
Wayan
brother
games
And
I'ma
Git
You
Sucka,
I
be
schemin'
with
this
Keenan
Aimin
with
this
Damon,
I'm
putting
that
Major
Payne
in
My
Little
Man
is
on
ya,
Marlon
and
Shawn
ya
Lay
the
beef
on
his
noodle,
make
some
Luger
lasagna
Forty
Cal
fettuccine,
trey
pound
pasta
You
reach
for
this
medallion,
you
must
like
Italian
nigga
You
only
see
me
pushing
if
the
driver's
tired
I
work
the
S6
ever
since
the
5 retired
The
drop
top,
they
say
it's
Ocean
Drive
inspired
So
you
can
call
a
cab
once
your
bitch
fall
for
Fab
Uhh,
I
get
money
like
a
muhfucker
Shades
darker
than
a
bitch,
but
I
can
see
I
got
everything,
you
got
nothing
But
you
ain't
got
nothing
on
me
Oww
I'm
gettin'
money
like
a
muhfucka
Yeeaah,
money
you
ain't
never
see
Yeeaah,
I
got
everything,
you
got
nothing
But
you
ain't
got
nothing
on
me
I'm
on
the
grind
'til
the
police
come
With
that
pistol
on
my
side
boy,
don't
be
dumb
Or,
I
let
that
semi
twirl
you
Now
you
can
follow
the
drip
Cause
one
shot
outta
the
clip'll
jerry
curl
ya
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
My
wrist
look
like
frozen
Poland
Spring
water
So
tell
me
boys,
tell
me
boys,
who
you
think
you
messin'
with
I
get
money
out
the
ass,
that's
some
expensive
shit
Haven't
you
all
heard
Y'all
all
herbs
I
stick
toothpicks
in
y'all
hors
d'oeuvres
I'm
a
shark
y'all
just
koi
fish
Octopus,
oysters
Chump,
I
got
my
eye
on
your
wifey
now
I
have
her
lick
me
up
and
then
wipe
me
down
She
told
me
you's
a
nag,
you's
a
bug
She
told
me
I'm
a
blast,
I'm
a
stud
She
told
me
you
be
beastin',
you
be
checkin'
for
the
burns
So
I
gave
her
knee
pads
for
the
rug
It's
skull
gang
from
the
chain
to
the
lifestyle
You
surfboard
dudes
get
wiped
out,
totally
Uhh,
I
get
money
like
a
muhfucker
Shades
darker
than
a
bitch,
but
I
can
see
I
got
everything,
you
got
nothing
But
you
ain't
got
nothing
on
me
Oww
I'm
gettin'
money
like
a
muhfucka
Yeeaah,
money
you
ain't
never
see
Yeeaah,
I
got
everything,
you
got
nothing
But
you
ain't
got
nothing
on
me
Get
you
3,
forget
you
Like
the
number
after
1,
I'mma
get
me
2
It's
Weezy
F
U,
now
you
gotta
have
a
baby
My
money
don't
folds
nor
bends,
Mercedes
Maybach,
grey-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,
asaneen
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,
hov-er,
y'all
scared,
not
me
Not
I,
call
me
Young
Popeye
Tell
Bluto
I'm
a
nuno,
I
bring
RAL
to
your
funeral
Damn
I
mean
fun-er-ill,
fun-er-ol
You
say
tomato,
I
say
tomahto
You
say
get
'em,
I
say
got
'em,
yeah
I
got
'em
Man
you
better
keep
payin'
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
Huh,
damn
I
mean,
foot
up
in
your
ass
I
kick
that
shit
Now
go'n
put
it
in
the
trash
Uhh,
I
get
money
like
a
muhfucker
Shades
darker
than
a
bitch,
but
I
can
see
I
got
everything,
you
got
nothing
But
you
ain't
got
nothing
on
me
Oww
I'm
gettin'
money
like
a
muhfucka
Yeeaah,
money
you
ain't
never
see
Yeeaah,
I
got
everything,
you
got
nothing
But
you
ain't
got
nothing
on
me
1 Dr. Carter
2 3 Peat
3 Pussy Monster
4 Mrs. Officer
5 A Milli
6 Mr. Carter
7 Let the Beat Build
8 Got Money
9 Dontgetit
10 Lollipop
11 Phone Home
12 Tie My Hands
13 Comfortable
14 Shoot Me Down
15 La La
16 You Ain't Got Nuthin'
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