Ducko McFli - Nothing Else lyrics

[Produced By Ducko Mcfli] [Verse 1] I been smoking gas out of sprinters I like stunting in the summertime, so I'm ducking off every winter f** 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 f** 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 b**hes you would think a n***a speed dates And they seek gray every time that they see me f** you saying? I got loud in this blunt So when you talkin sh** 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 d**h, always rep That's a motherf**ing bet, ay! [Hook] n***as always running round talking bout some motherf**ing pressure, hold it f** a price, if the pack's still right then hold it Tell em right now, if it ain't cash they can hold it n***as 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 b**hes chilling in a condo Blunt costs more than your condo, 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 f** 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, n***a 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 sh**, hackey sack Or acrobats, flipping that, [?] [Hook]