Nuthin' (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: RevolveR - 2011)

[T-Pain:]
You niggas ain't nothing, nothing, nothing
See me undercover, fist pumping with your cousin
Pull up to the club, let ya hear the speakers bump
Wit' a honey and a Hummer, got her cumming on my thumb
I am second to none, drummer steady drumming
And I don't need keys, I'm just thumping on the button
Shawty want my love and she not thinking nothing of it
So I told her, "Get in line," she can come and take a number
She looking at my pocket like she getting something from me
And if she think she is, then this bitch is really dumb and
I'm a boss, get lost, Maybach, Rick Ross
I'm looking for a chick wit' the ability to keep that booty jumping
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 porn star, call me T-Pumper

[Detail & T-Pain:]
What ya say? What ya say?
Yeah, got her shaking that thing like it's
(Huh) (Hell naw!) (Hell naw!)
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sucking and fucking like it's nothing, nothing, nothing

[T-Pain:]
Look at this motherfucking rug that I'm cutting
These bitches act sidity but these chickens steady clucking
Like it's nothing, nothing, nothin and they don't give a fuck if
I'm up in the Maserati or I'm ducking in a bucket and I love it
Big chain, Teddy P, T-Pain, that's me
I do my thang, twenty-eights, turning lane
They see me wit' a couple bad bitches and they know I keep it trucking
Bottle of that drink and I'm feeling kinda lucky
And if they playing games, it's the deuces that I'm chucking
'Cause they know why they came, they ain't fuckin'? Nigga, fuck 'em
In the butt, what's up? Damn right, you gon' let a nigga cut
Fo sho', yee ain't know? Teddy Pain from the 8-5-0, pussy nigga ain't

[Detail & (T-Pain):]
What ya say? What ya say?
Yeah, got her shaking that thing like it's
(Huh) (Hell naw!) (Hell naw!)
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sucking and fuckin'

[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 (Bitch!)
When I slide through the function, kisses and hugging
Hella alcohol and I ain't talking 'bout rubbing
Squares mean mugging, '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 ass 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 looking like Nuvo, bi-otch!

[Detail & (T-Pain):]
What ya say? What ya say?
Yeah, got her shaking that thing like it's
(Huh) (Hell naw!) (Hell naw!)
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sucking and fucking like it's nothing, nothing, nothing
What ya say? What ya say?
Yeah, got her shaking that thing like it's
(Huh) (Hell naw!) (Hell naw!)
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sucking and fucking like it's nothing, nothing, nothing