Young Money Publishing - You Ain't Got Nuthin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Fabolous] Yess What it look like Alc Tryin' to show the n***as man It's that Street Fam man, we rep that Loso Street fi-di-di-di-dam yes I'm with 101 n***as, we dalmatian doggy deep (yess) And fly with the tongue So if you feeling froggy leap (come on) Kermit, you better think before you ribbit Don't get murdered over your song, before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit, but given I'm at your crib it's Not to put no f**ing fish tanks in your Civic f** getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp Cause your boy just stay above the game They trying to tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim Go 'head n***a, say another name Take this family for a joke, play them Wayan brother games And I'ma Git You s**a, I be schemin' with this Keenan Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in My Little Man is on ya, Marlon and Shawn ya Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna Forty Cal fettuccine, trey pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian n***a You only see me pushing if the driver's tired I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired So you can call a cab once your b**h fall for Fab [Hook - Lil Wayne] Uhh, I get money like a muhf**er Shades darker than a b**h, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oww I'm gettin' money like a muhf**a Yeeaah, money you ain't never see Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] I'm on the grind 'til the police come With that pistol on my side boy, don't be dumb Or, I let that semi twirl you Now you can follow the drip Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry curl ya Leave you sloppy like seconds Obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents, please My young boys wildin' for respect Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck, say cheese My dough's a bit longer, my flow is just slaughter My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water So tell me boys, tell me boys, who you think you messin' with I get money out the a**, that's some expensive sh** Haven't you all heard Y'all all herbs I stick toothpicks in y'all hors d'oeuvres I'm a shark y'all just koi fish Octopus, oysters Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now I have her lick me up and then wipe me down She told me you's a nag, you's a bug She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud She told me you be beastin', you be checkin' for the burns So I gave her knee pads for the rug It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out, totally [Hook] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Get you 3, forget you Like the number after 1, I'mma get me 2 It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends, Mercedes Maybach, grey-black And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks f** your city and your town, I state facts Take that, no better yet like Diddy, take that Wait rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asaneen Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don And after mine there will be nine, damn I mean there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt, you've ever seen Or heard, Car-ter, hov-er, y'all scared, not me Not I, call me Young Popeye Tell Bluto I'm a nuno, I bring RAL to your funeral Damn I mean fun-er-ill, fun-er-ol You say tomato, I say tomahto You say get 'em, I say got 'em, yeah I got 'em Man you better keep payin' me Cause you don't want my problems I be wildin' like Capital One What is in your wallet You fly, but what is it to pilot Weezy I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your a** I kick that sh** Now go'n put it in the trash [Hook]