Nothing Nice

[Intro: ZayBang]
We share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Huh, look

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Rich bitch, we share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Pay a nigga, if I lose it all, I'm really nothin' nice
She told me all I care about is money, bitch, you fuckin' right
Heavy on the grams, top dollar, bitch, ain't nothin' light
Fuck nigga, how you love the bitch and she just love dick?
Fuck cheatin', I just need a bitch who really love tricks (Clown)
And free bro, I swear his only problem is he love sticks
Big bag, keep a fast car and I love skids

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Keep up, that nigga talkin' down, he got a lil' check
300K, ain't talkin' 'bout no workout when I bow flex
A good rapper, he could talk a good one, but he don't step
Bouncе out and yank up on that bitch until it's nothin' left
I can't just sit around no bitch if I can't think straight
Roll a blunt, ain't no destination on this freeway
As long as niggas know if we stay free, thеn we got leeway
A loss can always come up in this game, but this ain't EA
And fuck a song, catch his ass in person, what he say-say?
Baby sent the heart, I know she finna bust a date-date
That prison cell, I couldn't get an answer or a JPay
They really sent me to that three yard behind the melee
Twenty-five hundred out the bitch, that's a payday
It's Friday, I'm tryna kill a nigga, I ain't Day-Day
A bag on the floor, I'm comin' now, nigga, mayday
That AMG Benz, I could pull up in Mer—, ayy

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Rich bitch, we share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Pay a nigga, if I lose it all, I'm really nothin' nice
She told me all I care about is money, bitch, you fuckin' right
Heavy on the grams, top dollar, bitch, ain't nothin' light
Fuck nigga, how you love the bitch and she just love dick?
Fuck cheatin', I just need a bitch who really love tricks (Clown)
And free bro, I swear his only problem is he love sticks
Big bag, keep a fast car and I love skids

[Verse 2: 2800GT]
I had to lose it all to see what I was really missin'
And I ain't gotta brag at all 'cause I'm really out here in these trenches
And if I love you, then when you call, whatever the problem is, I'ma fix it
And Ill Will, that's my dog, do right or wrong, I don't know the difference
Nigga start slidin' with no mask when it's time to send a message
Lil' bro just caught an easy one, picked him off an interception
I'm just tryna get some millions 'cause I was just sittin' in prison stressin'
I already be sendin' packs, whatever the bitch sendin' is extra
I'm just tryna cop a Scat so I can act out, do the dash
I already seen a hundred bands, I'm hopin' this time, I'll make it last longer
I told my bitch go bust a date, we can go to Miami and put an ass on her
We get them packs through TSA, that's why them planes be havin' bags on 'em
Bitch start actin' funny, already know that she gon' fag on me
I got my own money, bitch, I already had that bag on me
Catch a body in my city, they hang it up like it's a glass trophy
Hottest in the city, 2800, we havin' fast motion

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Huh, look, rich bitch, we share the same goals, we havin' money fights
Pay a nigga, if I lose it all, I'm really nothin' nice
She told me all I care about is money, bitch, you fuckin' right
Heavy on the grams, top dollar, bitch, ain't nothin' light
Fuck nigga, how you love the bitch and she just love dick?
Fuck cheatin', I just need a bitch who really love tricks (Clown)
And free bro, I swear his only problem is he love sticks
Big bag, keep a fast car and I love skids