Nothing Else

[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, hey

[Chorus]
Niggas always running round talking bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it
Fuck a price, if the pack’s still right then I'm all in
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 car note, 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, [?]

[Chorus]
Niggas always running round talking bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it
Fuck a price, if the pack’s still right then I'm all in
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