Lyrical Breakdown of You Ain't Got Nuthin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Yes, what it look like Alc'?

I'm tryin' to show the niggas man

It's that Street Fam man, we rep that, Loso

Street fi-di-di-di-damn

I'm with 101 niggas, we dalmatian doggy deep (Yes)

And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon)

Kermit, you better think before you ribbit

Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it

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

Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic

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

Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp

It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp

'Cause your boy just stay above the game

They tryna 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

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

And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be schemin' with this Keenan

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

My Little Man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya

Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna

Forty Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta

You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga

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

I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired

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

So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab

Uhh, I get money like a mo'fucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Ohh, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker

Yeah, money you ain't never see

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

I'm on the grind 'til the police come

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

Or, I let that semi twirl you, now you can follow the drip

'Cause one shot outta the clip'll jheri curl ya (Ooh)

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

So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messin' with?

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

Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!)

I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres

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

(What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters

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's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!)

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

She told me you be beastin', you be checkin' for the burns

So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!)

It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle

You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally

Uhh, I'm getting money like a mo'fucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Ohh, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker

Yeah, money you ain't never see

Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Get you, three, four-get you

Like the number after one, I'ma get me two

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

My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes

Maybach, grey-black

And I got a .44 and a 'K, like eight 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, asaneen

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, Har-vard, y'all scared

Not me, not I, call me Young Popeye

Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral

Damn I mean funeral, funerol, you say tomato, I say tomahto

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

Man, you better keep payin' 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

Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass

I kick that shit now gon' put it in the trash (Deezle!)

Uhh, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker

Yeah, money you'll never see

Yeah, uh, uh

And you ain't got nothing on me

Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker

Shades darker than a bitch but I can see

I got everything, you got nothing

But you ain't got nothing on me

Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a mo'fucker

Yeah, big money nigga

Big money nigga, big money nigga

Yeah, and you ain't got nothin' on me