Young Fyre - Nuthin' lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Pain] You n***as ain't nothin', nothin', nothin' See me undercover, fist pumpin' with your cousin Pull up to the club, let ya hear the speakers bump Wit' a honey and a Hummer, got her cummin' on my thumb I am second to none, drummer steady drummin' And I don't need keys, I'm just thumpin' on the bu*ton Shawty want my love and she not thinkin' nothin' of it So I told her, "get in line," she can come and take a number She lookin' at my pocket like she gettin' something from me And if she think she is, then this b**h is really dumb and I'm a boss, get lost, Maybach, Rick Ross I'm lookin' for a chick wit' the ability to keep that booty jumpin' Ya see what I got cookin'? Put my meat up in that oven And when it's all over, you can get ready for supper They say that I'm a p**nstar, call me T-Pumper [Hook: Detail & T-Pain] What ya say? What ya say? Yeah, got her shakin' that thing like it's (Huh) (Hell naw!) (Hell naw!) Said her a** so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it Got her s**in' and f**in' like it's nothin', nothin', nothin' [Verse 2: T-Pain] Look at this motherf**in' rug that I'm cuttin' These b**hes act sidity but these chickens steady cluckin' Like it's nothin', nothin', nothin and they don't give a f** if I'm up in the Maserati or I'm duckin' in a bucket and I love it Big chain, Teddy P, T-Pain, that's me I do my thang, twenty-eights, turnin' lane They see me wit' a couple bad b**hes and they know I keep it truckin' Bottle of that drink and I'm feelin' kinda lucky And if they playin' games, it's the deuces that I'm chuckin' Cause they know why they came, they ain't f**in'? n***a, f** 'em In the bu*t, what's up? Damn right, you gon' let a n***a cut Fo sho', yee ain't know? Teddy Pain from the 8-5-0, p**y n***a ain't [Hook: Detail & (T-Pain)] [Verse 3: E-40] She might be 19, but she ain't green Her coochie get sticky and goopy like Vaseline (uh!) But I'm much growner, so I sick my son, Droop-E, on her He knocked it out the park, hit a homer all four quarters Zip of broc' and a six-pack of Corona Damn fool, he a boss like his pops, ganged-up, hella cool (b**h!) When I slide through the function, kisses and huggin' Hella alcohol and I ain't talkin' 'bout rubbin' Squares mean muggin', cause we forward and they backwards They got a 'N' on they chest for "nothin'" I got a 'S' on my chest for "somethin'" (uh!) So, what I told that square a** poodle? (What you tell that money?) "I'll spaghetti yo' noodle!" (yo' noodle) She off Ciroc and that Henny and that Landy Got on pink panties lookin' like Nuvo, bi-otch! [Hook: Detail & (T-Pain)]