You Ain't Got Nuthin

[Fabulous]

Yes! 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 yess!

[Fabulous]

I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmation doggy deep (yess)

And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy leap (kermit)

You better think before you rebit?, dont be murdered over this song,

Before yo' aunt live it

I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib it's (yeah)

Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (nah)

Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied wimp

Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (ha ha ha)

It's been a good year, maybe I should

ride blimp (what you think?)

'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 (go 'head, go 'head)

Take your family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games

And Ima Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with

this Keenan (that's right)

Aimin' with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in

My lil' man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya (yeah)

Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Lupe lasagna (whoo!)

40 Cal fettuccine, tre' pound pasta

You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian nigga

You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (yess)

I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (yess)

The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired

So you can Call A Cab, once your bitch fall for Fab

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uhh, I get money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker

Yeaah, money you ain't never see

Yeaah, I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

[Juelz Santana]

[Talking at start of the verse overlapping chorus]

Mr. HD, high definition

That's how I'm comin' at you niggas ya digg

It's Santana Ay! Hahaa

[Juelz Santana]

I'm on the grind 'til the police come (yeah)

With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb

Or, I let that semi twirl ya (get 'em)

Now you can follow the drip

'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya (oooh)

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 (yep)

My wrist look like frozen poland spring water (damn!)

So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you

think you messing with? (who)

I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (eeuw)

Haven't you all heard? (what?) Y'all all herbs (yep)

I stick toothpicks (where) in y'all orderves

(Listen) I'm a shark y'all just coy fish

(What else?) octopus (what else?) oysters (haa)

Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now (yeah)

I have her lick me up, (up) and then wipe me down (down)

She told me you'se a nag, you'se a bug (damn)

She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (damn)

She told me you be be beasting, you be checking for the burns

So I gave her knee-pads for the rug (haa)

It's skull gang from the chain or the lifestyle

You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uhh, I get money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker

Yeaah, money you ain't never see

Yeaah, I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

[Lil Wayne]

[Meanwhile Chorus is playing]

Uh huh uh huh uh huh, check me out

[Lil Wayne]

Get you 3, 4 get you

Like the number after 1, I'ma get me 2

It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby

My money don't folds nor bends

Mercedes Maybach, gray-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, asanean

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, Harv-ard, y'all scared, not me

Not I, call me young Popeye

Tell Bruno I'm a noo-no, I bring rell to your funeral

Damn I mean funerell, funeral

You say tomato, I say tamoto

You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em

Man you better keep paying 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

Huuh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass

I kicked that shit, now go'n put it in the trash (Wee son)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Uhh, Im getting money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Oh I'm gettin money like a motherfucker

Yeaah, money you ain't never see

Yeaah, yeah, yeah,

But you ain't got nothing on me!

Yeah, I get money like a motherfucker

Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me, Yeah

I'm gettin money like a motherfucker

Yeaah, big money nigga,

Big money nigga,

Big money nigga,

Yeaah,

But you ain't got nothing on me