Gucci Mane - Nuthin On Ya lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] They ain't got nothin' on ya... They ain't got nothin' on ya (they ain't got nothin' on ya) I swear them hoes, they ain't got nothin' on ya That n***a broke, he ain't got nothin' for ya I swear these hoes, they ain't got nothin' on ya I f** with you cause you're very loyal And you're so fine, you make my blood boil I have to go and get another lawyer She took the charge, they ain't got nothin' on her I swear to God they ain't got nothin' on her We in the airport, she got somethin' on her We ball out in the mall in California We might just pull up in twin Californians [Hook: Gucci Mane] sponsored links They ain't got nothin' on ya They ain't got nothin' on ya They ain't got nothin' on ya Hoes, ain't got nothin' on ya I think that sh** just paranoia She think I'm with another woman Another woman that gon' keep me comin' Dirty hoes, they ain't got nothin' on ya [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] It's nothin' - claimin' y'all, but they bluffin' Come home and I hit it hard, and she give me head, that's concussion I'm stuntin' - OG kush what I'm puffin' In the club you know me, I'll spend it all, And my homies gon' get to bustin' Got a quarter million to spend Just came home from tour and I crushed it Just bought my wife a pair of gla** shoes 'Cause her a** thick as a pumpkin They ain't got nothin' on her She don't want no other n***as, she f**in' with a stoner And if I'm up in this b**h then I'm probably with the owner Hella bottles, hella marijuana, anything you want, my n***as got it We got liquor, we got mollies, We got b**hes tryin' to ride, takin' pictures We just standing on the couches, they could try but... [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I f** with shorty 'cause she very loyal We can tie the night like Memph and Toya I won't ignore you and I won't divorce you Let's have two girls to his column - Rose and Portia I respect that girl, I accept that girl I'll do everything I can to protect that girl If I could do it all again, would've kept that girl But I'm unhealthy for you baby, I f** up your world You your daddy's little girl, but you's a grown lady And I don't see it like he see it 'cause we not related We got faded at my spot, I swear we so wasted After the twelfth shot of Patron, I swear I can't even taste it [Hook: Gucci Mane]