Juvenile - Nah lyrics

(*talking*) Cook and cut, n***a Ice believe it, playboy #1 Stunner n***a [Baby] These n***as got Atrice, f**ed up My sh** came, but my package bust up Whoever did it to me, they hiding out I'ma k** him, if I find out What I gotta lie about, I done been through it We'll do it in a minute, CF-5 with the windows tinted My whole wardrobe, Jabos and Reeboks tennis Before it's over, all my people gon be up in it [Juvenile] You might see me up in Popeye's, trying to get me some grub You might see me bat this b**h up, cause she went to the club You might see me following behind, C-Note on dubs You might see me leading it, one of these hoes wan' f** I'm not a number one stunner, but I'm still in the race Baby holding it down, I'm just pleading my case I want's my position, n***a leave me some space They gotta let me do this, cause I know what it takes [Hook] Now if you rolling in the club, and you sitting on dubs Let me hear you say (nah, nah) You got that ice up on your wrist, and you know you the sh** Let me hear you say (nah, nah) You scratching haters off your list, hollin' Screwed Up Click Let me hear you say (nah, nah) [C-Note] C-Note I know you loving my style, I'm like I'm child And Juvenile, got these hoes running wild Botany Boys/Hot Boys, we be nothing but soldiers Putting it down from that Clover, all the way to that Nolia Got these tats up on my arm, R.I.P. to that Gator Two straps up in my palm, bust on all of you haters Trying to put twenty karats, up around my throat I'm trying to put living lavish, all up on my boat Third Coast down South, we be living real lovely Rolls Royce with that grill, got me looking real bubbly And I just spent another mill, on my new-new home Cause you looking at my rims, cause they two-two chrome And them boys put they candy, on them S.U.V.'s Full equipped Playstation, with the DVD's And I just put plenty platinum, up on my Hummer I roll around in Houston Texas, with the #1 Stunner the #1 Stunner [Hook] If you the type of boy, that put the rocks in your grill Let me hear you say (nah, nah) If you the type of boy, that put the mansion on the hill Let me hear you say (nah, nah) Spent 300 on your cars, cause we ghetto stars Let me hear you say (nah, nah) Steady blowing on them gars, got the mansion with bars Let me hear you say (nah, nah) [C-Note] Now who feared by n***as, and loved by broads Love driving fast cars, playing with expensive toys Acting bad haters mad, we in a Testerosa n***a shine like them diamonds, on the Botany poster Homie best to get your roll on, like Baby and Fresh Haters wanna try to test, they catch three to they flesh Cause we bling-blinging, and got the Glock five sing-singing My bank account X amount, got me ching-chinging It's gonna take you plenty years, to pefect my style I been doing this for years, I protect my child Ask Baby and Juvenile, mayn they know what's up I keep them Roley's iced up, filled with princess cuts (*talking*) How you love that n***a, another platinum hit Know I'm saying, Screwed Up Click we in this b**h thick You know Mr. Lucky Luchiano, Juvenile n***a Baby the #1 Stunner, in your face n***a Big Shots/Cash Money, better realized you harmonized n***a