Lex Luger - Nothin Ass b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Locsta] All I talk is money, my Adam's apple came from the bank All I got is hundreds, it look fake, this not a prank I'm armed & dangerous, I'm always anxious, I'm on my G's and D's I'm southbound on 35, come back with key's & p's n***a please I got it sowed up like stitches on a shirt I sell weed, I sell work, but I drank all my purp NBA player like Dirk, Never Broke Again since birth Yung Gizzle got that work, Criminal Crook Gang my turf I drank a lotta syrup mane free my bro Big Menace He be gettin' on my nerve, always wantin' me to get minutes I'ma put money on his books, I'm wit Spank Loc & the crooks I'ma get her if she look, if I get the number she took I'm take her to the crib, I'mma put it in her ribs I'mma put it in her an*l, gettin' dome while I watch cable Yung Locsta I'mma playa, she's a liver, her name Lisa Kicked her out and ordered pizza, because I didn't eat her [Hook: Locsta] I gotta bunch of money, I show a lot of love Yo' girl wanted to f** me, I had to use a glove My prices super low, I got the best plug These n***as they don't like me, but I don't give a f** Gotdamn, that's some real n***a sh**, aye Gotdamn, that's a hustlin' a** clique, aye Gotdamn, she's a Nothin' Ass b**h, mane Gotdamn, she's a Nothin' Ass b**h, mane [Verse 2: Teezyduh] I'm from the home of the ratchets, ain't no plastics Body snatchers lower caskets, cause the money is a must, gotta have it I'm just at it, tryna make it happen, round here n***as pistol's clappin Pistol packin, better use it, n***as dumpin', b**hes stabbin' I'm just rappin' tryna get out, 'fore I f** around and get smoked f**in' round with these 'f** around' n***as ain't no joke I got b**hes tryna f** around, they'll probably let me poke But I'm too busy in the yo' my future bright, a n***a stoked But hold on, on another note, my b**h she a gypsy All money on the way in, I'm feelin like Nipsey Cause the hustle is in me, my pockets is empty But I'ma get it right back, give me a minute and I'll have plenty, right? I'm wit Locsta and the Loc's but ain't no criminal Crimson and Cream, reppin' Oklahoma, not no Seminole Nothin' bout me subliminal, I tell it like it is I ain't playin' with these kids, a n***a focused on his biz, huh? [Hook] [Outro: Locsta] Yuh, aye Gotdamn, she's a Nothin' Ass b**h, mane n***a, you know who you are b**h If you f**in' two n***as, that's related, you dusty ho Aye If you f**in' two n***as in the same apartment complex, b**h you'z a rat man Y'all some dusty a** b**hes man Shout out to the bad hoes though Know I f**s witcha' Yes sir Gizzle Just had to make somethin' 4 them, 4 them ratchet a** b**hes, mane Had to do it for the dusty a** b**hes, mane Aye, aye, I think she got the mange Let me quit playin' man Selo, Gizzle, Go!