Nuthin On Ya

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

They ain't got nothin' on ya...

They ain't got nothin' on ya (they ain't got nothin' on ya)

I swear them hoes, they ain't got nothin' on ya

That nigga broke, he ain't got nothin' for ya

I swear these hoes, they ain't got nothin' on ya

I fuck with you cause you're very loyal

And you're so fine, you make my blood boil

I have to go and get another lawyer

She took the charge, they ain't got nothin' on her

I swear to God they ain't got nothin' on her

We in the airport, she got somethin' on her

We ball out in the mall in California

We might just pull up in twin Californians

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

They ain't got nothin' on ya

They ain't got nothin' on ya

They ain't got nothin' on ya

Hoes, ain't got nothin' on ya

I think that shit just paranoia

She think I'm with another woman

Another woman that gon' keep me comin'

Dirty hoes, they ain't got nothin' on ya

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

It's nothin' - claimin' y'all, but they bluffin'

Come home and I hit it hard, and she give me head, that's concussion

I'm stuntin' - OG kush what I'm puffin'

In the club you know me, I'll spend it all,

And my homies gon' get to bustin'

Got a quarter million to spend

Just came home from tour and I crushed it

Just bought my wife a pair of glass shoes

'Cause her ass thick as a pumpkin

They ain't got nothin' on her

She don't want no other niggas, she fuckin' with a stoner

And if I'm up in this bitch then I'm probably with the owner

Hella bottles, hella marijuana, anything you want, my niggas got it

We got liquor, we got mollies,

We got bitches tryin' to ride, takin' pictures

We just standing on the couches, they could try but...

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

I fuck with shorty 'cause she very loyal

We can tie the night like Memph and Toya

I won't ignore you and I won't divorce you

Let's have two girls to his column - Rose and Portia

I respect that girl, I accept that girl

I'll do everything I can to protect that girl

If I could do it all again, would've kept that girl

But I'm unhealthy for you baby, I fuck up your world

You your daddy's little girl, but you's a grown lady

And I don't see it like he see it 'cause we not related

We got faded at my spot, I swear we so wasted

After the twelfth shot of Patron, I swear I can't even taste it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]