Like It Ain't Nuttin'

(álbum: Double Dutchess - 2017)

Hey, hey
Whoo-ooh!
Hey, hey
My mic sounds nice (check one)
My mic sounds nice (check two)
My mic sounds nice (check three)

Hey, what'cha gonna do when I step in the room?
Betcha y'all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Betcha y'all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Get down to the beat and rock to the tune
What'cha gonna do when I step in the place?
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass

I, I get money all day, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Spend that money, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
All day, all day, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Roll up in the Ghost, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Not, not a, not, not a damn thing, swimming in green
Diamond on the neck, got a diamond on the ring
Cash rules everything around me, CREAM
Dolla, dolla bills all around me, me
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
I didn't mean to roll up to the club in the Ghost
I didn't mean to pull out a bottle of the Moet
Do the champagne shower spread, spraying on the clothes
I didn't mean to hurt 'em, I didn't mean to kill 'em
I didn't mean to make 10, 20, 100 million
And ever since I made it, I been murdered on the ceiling
I know why they be hating, cause I be top billing
And now I'm cold, cool and cold, chilling like a villain
They feeling my diamonds, the gold on my grilling
I smile like I swallowed a jeweler
I'm ill and I'm sick with the paper my bank keep on filling, uh

What'cha gonna do when I step in the room?
Betcha y'all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Betcha y'all ballers gonna rock to the tune
Get down to the beat and rock to the tune
What'cha gonna do when I step in the place?
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass
Bet you errbody gonna rock to the bass

I, I get money all day, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Spend that money, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
All day, all day, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Roll up in the Ghost, baby
Like it ain't nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Not, not a, not, not a damn thing, swimming in Lou
Swimming in fashion, gotta stay cute
I kill 'em if I show 'em my birthday suit
I kill 'em when I roll up in my Merce' Coupe
I don't mean to show off, I don't mean to floss
I don't mean to be the head chick and the boss
I didn't mean to buy up the whole damn bar
I didn't mean to spend it like what, what it cost?
I didn't mean to whip out the keys to the city
I didn't mean to dress so fresh and pretty

I'm talking 'bout my ladies, rub on your pretties
Yeah, I said it, rub on your pretties
Ladies, rub on your cuties
Yeah, honey, I said it, rub on your cuties
Don't mean to hang with these ladies with booties
We loud and we crazy like we in a movie

What'cha gonna do when I step in the room?
Betcha y'all ballers gonna rock to the tune