Cousin Stizz - Nothin 2 Me lyrics

[Intro: Jazz Cartier] Woah, uh Woah, uh, uh Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah (Brr, brr) Uh-huh, yeah Trooper-ed, trooper-ed Trooper-ed, trooper-ed I'm goin' stupid, yeah [Chorus: Jazz Cartier] Why they keep fu*king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) Why they keep fu*king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fu*king with me, uh Money ain't nothin' to me, uh Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh ('Bout that) She wanna fu*k after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat [Verse 1: Jazz Cartier] Forever fly, fu*k a tarmac (Ha-ha) How you rap and got no slaps? (No slaps) Get your money up and your hoe back Bad b*tches, we remote that (Woo) If it's beef then we smoke that (Smoke that) Broke ni**as, cut 'em no slack We some hot boys so we toast that, yeah Stirring O's like they Froot Loops, woah (Fruity, fruity, yeah) Never touched road, you in gym shoes Trying to stack 'til it grow mildew Can't lie, I won't miss you, woah (Don't miss you) My new b*tch do it times two Bought her chest and her lips too Run 'em down in them Jim' Choos, woah, yeah, uh (Catch up, catch up, catch up, yeah) b*tch, God damn, I heard you ride around with a strap (Me too) I heard you gaining bread like a motherfu*ker (Me too) But I gain bread too when I fu*k 'em over Here to stay, Russian K, Cuban chain, full tank b*tch, I know you got that for me I ain't trying to hear no sorries Switch it up, get a new one shortly (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, can I have a second and talk to you?) [Chorus: Jazz Cartier] Why they keep fu*king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) Why they keep fu*king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fu*king with me, uh Money ain't nothin' to me, uh Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh ('Bout that) She wanna fu*k after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat [Post-Chorus: Jazz Cartier] Relax, this sh*t is nothin' to me, uh (It's nothing) This sh*t is nothin' to me, uh ni**as swear that they, uh, wait ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, uh [Verse 2: Cousin Stizz] Ayy, this sh*t is nothin' to me either (Real life) Met a new b*tch tonight and then turned her to meat eater (Yeah) In love with the sh*t but we cheaters I lay around with the street creepers (Okay) Fire up the ZaZa, it need steamers (Yeah) You need a thousand for these sneakers (Phew) Really, I never gave one fu*k, long as we up and fill the lane, feel me, babe? (Ayy) Pounds all in the truck, we play the ball when ain't no love in the game (Yeah) Approached our way, who dumb enough? That ain't a stain, just stumble-up Far as the plan, remember, you dubbin' us (Damn) But run it, I gotta go double up (Ayy) I gotta triple up (Ayy) I gotta quadruple (Ayy), y'all see (Ayy) I'm in the bar with a star thing She give me all noodle Millions and hundreds, it's all crucial (Cash) My dogs sell co-co, they all coo-coo Can't fold this sh*t up We fillin' that counter up, chump by the chump (Ayy) I know that enough not enough (Ayy) [Chorus: Jazz Cartier] Why they keep fu*king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) Why they keep fu*king with me? Huh? (Uh-huh) I try to keep the peace, mama, but they keep fu*king with me, uh Money ain't nothin' to me, uh Spend a hundred, it's nothin' to me, uh ('Bout that) She wanna fu*k after the club, I gave her somethin' to eat [Post-Chorus: Jazz Cartier] Relax, this sh*t is nothin' to me, uh (It's nothing) This sh*t is nothin' to me, uh ni**as swear that they, uh, wait ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me, uh