None of That

[Intro: Regis Philbin & Joey Fatts]
He's won a million dollars!
Shit, just got to keep goin' with it
25/8

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Aye, I'm feeling like I gotta watch the niggas close
'Cause the ones you seem to love, they tend to hurt the most
Back against the wall, I'm trying to learn the ropes
Lately, I've been feeling like the only hope
A/C full blast while I smoke my dope
I was down bad, now I'm getting dough
Choppa big as Gary Coleman, that's a different stroke
I've been in the set grindin' with the Locs, we gettin' to it
You can get it too, nigga, stop worrying about what that bitch doin'
Slidin' in that coupé with a big speaker, it got a kick to it
Uh, Long Beach legend, bitch, I feel like Jigga in my section
Jiggy Joey looking gully in the joint
If y'all ain't talking about large money, then what's the point?
On the dice shooting large money, boy, what's the point?
Stuck up in the streets, I'm feeling like the voice
And nigga this a blue T-shirt
Tha Innerprize, nigga, hit us if you need work
Don't hit my phone talkin' bout you need a verse
I'm on my grind, baby girl, I probably leave you hurt (huh)
So we gone double back

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
All that talking ain't with none of that
Dog, I'm trying to run this bag up
Brand new .40, came with a drum attached
Better make a nigga back up
All that talking ain't with none of that (on crip, nigga)
All that talking ain't with none of that

[Verse 2: G Perico]
Yeah, these niggas broke my heart
It's funny how niggas words could tear your world apart
All that hate let you know you great
Or make you put that AK to a nigga face
Yeah, and pull the trigger
I kill a nigga to keep on living, that's on my Crippin'
On my Crippin', I be taking flights
Vegas nights, rollin' dice, 5 2, bet I strike
Nigga I'm just livin' life, diamonds dancing off the light
Niggas thought it couldn't happen 'cause they ain't have no sight
So, they ain't by my side, nigga
Hell no you can't ride, nigga
Any problems, we can line them up and squab, nigga
I'm cut-throat from the start, niggas only jealous in the hood because I got the purple heart
We making millions this year, about to kill them this year, got them in they feelings this year, yeah

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
All that talking ain't with none of that
Dog, I'm trying to run this bag up
Brand new .40, came with a drum attached
Better make a nigga back up
All that talking ain't with none of that (on crip, nigga)
All that talking ain't with none of that