Lyrics of You ain't got nuthin

Lil Wayne

I'm with a hundred and one niggas, we dalmation doggy deep
And fly with the tounge so if you feelin' froggy leap (come on)
Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before you ad-lib it
I pop up like xzibit, forgiven i'm at your crevace
Not to put no fuckin fish' tanks in your civics (no)
Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog tied, wimp
Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shimp (ah hah hah)
It's been a good year maybe i should ride a blimp
Cause your boy just stay above the game
They tryin' to tag 'em, spray a brother frame
But your shots can't reach me, i'm way above your aim (heh)
Go ahead nigga, say another name (eh)
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Take this family for a joke and play them wayan brother games
And i'm a get you sucker i be schemeing with this keenan
Aimin' with this damon, i'm puttin that major pain in (huh)
My lil' man is on ya, marlon and shawn, yeah
Lay the beef on his noodle, make some luga lasagna
40 cal, fettucini, tres pound pasta
You reach for this medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin' if the driver is tired (yes)
I work the s-6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, they say a social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab

Uh i get money like a motherfucker
Shades darker than the bitch but i could see
I got everything, you got nothin'
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And you ain't got nothin' on me (me)
Uh i get money like a motherfucker (yeah)
Money you will never see (yeah)
I got everything, you got nothin'
You ain't got nothin' 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 could follow the drip
Cause 1 shot out of the clip will geri-curl you
When you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my young boys whillin' for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin' with your neck (say cheese)
My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter
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My wrists 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
Haven't you all heard (what?) ya'll on herbs (yup)
I stick toothpicks (where) in your hors d'ourves
Listen, i'm a shark, ya'll just coyfish (what else?)
Octopus (what else?), oysters, (chyeah)
I got my eye on your wifey now (yea)
I'll 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'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burn
So i gave her knee pads for the rug (ah heh)
It's the skull gang from the chain of the lifestyle
You surfboy dudes get wiped out, totally
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Uh i get money like a motherfucker
Shades darker than the bitch but i could see
I got everything, you got nothin'
And you ain't got nothin' on me (me)
Uh i get money like a motherfucker (yeah)
Money you will never see (yeah)
I got everything, you got nothin'
You ain't got nothin' on me

Get you 3-4 get you like the number after 1, i'm a get me 2
It's weezy f-u, now you gotta have a baby
My money don't folds nor bends, mercedes maybach, grey black
And i got a 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
Fuck your city and your town i state facts, take that
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No, better yet like diddy take that
Wait rats i hate rats, i clean 'em out like ajax
Got paper like a fax machine, asanin---
Damn i mean asanine, i'm dapper don
And after mine there will be none, damn i mean there will be none
I will be one of the greatest things you've ever felt you'll ever see
Or heard carter, havard, ya'll scurred, not me, not i
Call me young popeye, tell bruno i'm an uno
I'll bring rail to your funeral, damn i mean fune-ral fune-roll
You say tomato i say tomata, you say get 'em i say got 'em
Yea 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 (heh)
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Damn i mean, foot up in your ass
I kick that shit, i goin' put it in the trash (diesel)

You ain't got nothin' on me
Uh i get money like a motherfucker
Shades darker than the bitch but i could see (yeah)
I got everything, you got nothin'
But you ain't got nothin' on me (me)
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Big money nigga x3
Yeah, and you ain't got nothin' on me