Nothing Else

[Produced By Ducko Mcfli] [Verse 1] I been smoking gas out of sprinters I like stunting in the summertime, so I’m ducking off every winter Fuck your baby mama once then I’m dipping Rolling up all kinds of stuff and I’m feeling Pretty good to be honest, they say more money, more problems So I got me and I’m counting She black and educated, and she loves counting, I love her Fuck a cliché, I been up for three days Spending money on the freeway, listening to Freeway Tryna make sure that my team’s straight And I can barely even see straight So many bitches you would think a nigga speed dates And they seek gray every time that they see me Fuck you saying? I got loud in this blunt So when you talkin shit man say it with your chest I like moving ‘round when I stunt, my three chains and my heavy neck Nike life, I want every check My pockets popping like they heavy set Heavens yes, give em hell, to the death, always rep That’s a motherfucking bet, ay! [Hook] Niggas always running round talking bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it Fuck a price, if the pack’s still right then hold it Tell em right now, if it ain’t cash they can hold it Niggas die young, living fast, might crash cause I’m on one Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else I want it all in a rush, like it ain’t nothing else I’m just smoking on good gas, like it ain’t nothing else I’m just tryna get the big bags, till it ain’t nothing left [Verse 2] I got two brand new bitches chilling in a condo Blunt costs more than your condo, good gas get me higher than a pilot, auto Good gas, blast off like a rocket, Otto Walk in sack, like give me, all those No wait, right now, pronto Black horse coupe riding ‘round, Tonto Let me be clear, I am the man of the minute, the hour, the month, and the year Living Huxtable, comfortable, let’s get a couple of chills You can not fuck with us yeah My whole set when we smile have ghost heads, oh yes On, and we ain’t even on yet Won’t be long, let’s celebrate what we have, nigga looking on some And yeen ain’t no money yeen getting round with ya Ain’t talking bout nothing, ain’t got nothing, money you fine Back to back, kicking shit, hackey sack Or acrobats, flipping that, [?] [Hook]