Juelz Santana - Nothing To Me (ft. Jeremih) | Текст песни

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[Hook: Jeremih]
Hold up, hold up
Bad bitches, pour up
Money low, nose up
Throw it up, throw it up
You see me blowing all this cash, that don't mean nothing to me
That don't mean nothing to me, that don't mean nothing to me
Money flying like it got wings, that don't mean nothing to me
That don't mean nothing to me, that don't mean nothing to me
I see them niggas over there hating, that don't mean nothing to me
That don't mean nothing to me, that don't mean nothing to me
Got my niggas with me I'm straight, that don't mean nothing to me
That don't mean nothing to me, that don't mean nothing to me

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Showing money, blowing money
Throwing money, you see us
And if not your bitch do, she ditched you to come see us
Now she wanna chill with us, bust it open for a real nigga
D.O.A., we shoot money
Yeah nigga, we kill strippers
I don't care if that ass fake, long as that ass shake
All this money and diamonds on me, now that's what I call carrot cake
Gotta keep up by speed up, going hard till my last day
I'm balling on 'em, fast break
Fast life, no back brakes
Swerve, I know I get on they fucking nerves (Skirrrt)
That's your bitch? I'm leaving with her, word
You front with money, I do what I want with money
My new whip, that's one thousand bricks
Cause that shit cost me a ton of money
In here, they panicking
Them broke boys can't handle it
These boys ain't got swag, they just bought what's on a manikin
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Time to let 'em know who's the man again
New Rolly', sky dweller, fifty grand in my hand again

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Who's house? My house
Who's house? My house
Ball so hard, need a time out
Y'all ain't balling, lock out
Bad bitches, they chop out
Bounce bitch, don't stop now
Pussy look like Pacquiao
And I'm Marquez, that knock out

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Hey, that money I'mma throw
I mean jackpot, I wanna see her low
I been up at the top, they ain't seen that before
I really don't stop, all I know is go
That Beemer riding low, that Forgiato lift
Here won't you take a shot, now won't you take a trip
I see his bleeding, I know you're so conceded
Acting like you don't, and you know you know you need it

[Hook]

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