Nada

(álbum: Now You Know - 2013)

West Coast [fades out]

Man, nobody gave me nada

[Verse 1:]
Presto, here I am, married to this shit, Vera Wang
Jordan rich, long been, I'm my own bitch, I stand
'Bout my money like Fort Knox
Nothing funny like short cocks
They time running, tick tock
My time coming, kick rocks
Fu-future bright, like no shades
Out all night, like no days
Flows are tight, like new J's
Ho's, good night, duvet's
Won't stop 'til the clock stop ticking
Won't flop, so chick stop wishing
Will pop, yea, man on a mission
Thirty [?] pie, like raised in the kitchen

[Hook:]
Balmain-main, Givenchy and the Prada
I don't owe anybody cause nobody gave me nada
Maintain-tain, we turn up when we wanna
We don't hear anybody, so nobody tell us nada
Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
Nobody gave me nada, nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
So I don't ask for nada

[Verse 2:]
F the world, ain't waiting
Getting it, stay patient
On fire like a cajun
Flyer than vacation
Got 'em scared like Jason
See you over there, you hating
Keep pushing it, like skating
In the club, ass is shaking
Take off in the Maserati
Paid this crib for the afterparty
Doing shots, it's straight Bacardi
Puffing some, feeling naughty
And we gon' stay up all night
Louboutin's with the sleeks
Posting pics, getting likes

[Hook:]
Balmain-main, Givenchy and the Prada
I don't owe anybody cause nobody gave me nada
Maintain-tain, we turn up when we wanna
We don't hear anybody, so nobody tell us nada
Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
Nobody gave me nada, nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
So I don't ask for nada

[Verse 3:]
We gonna turn up, dial on 10
Drink up, all weekend
Lined up, hello gin
Crew sick, medicine
Wherever we sit you ain't getting in
Whenever I spit they be rushing in
I stay fit, bottom ends
Sweet but hip, cinnamon
I-I got this shit on lock, lock
Made that you ain't in my spot
You worn out like old socks
While I stay cooking, crock pots
Hands to the ceiling, no lames
Good feeling, Etta James
Stacking chips, plantains
Got custom whips, all gold chains

[Hook:]
Balmain-main, Givenchy and the Prada
I don't owe anybody cause nobody gave me nada
Maintain-tain, we turn up when we wanna
We don't hear anybody, so nobody tell us nada
Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
Nobody gave me nada, nada, nada, nada, nada, nada
So I don't ask for nada

[Outro:]
Man, nobody gave me nada
These bitches got me lit, fucked up
Self-made, bitch