Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing to Something, artist - Joe Moses. Album song From Nothing to Something, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: N.W.B
Song language: English
Nothing to Something |
Buzzer on the beat hoe |
Drop the roof on the coupe |
Buzzer on the beat hoe |
Drop the roof on the coupe |
Double G’s on with the G on the boots |
I got a whole white benz just to ride with my friends |
And I don’t fuck with bitches that don’t ride with hands |
I go all or nothing, maseratti or pumpkin |
And when I step outside all them hoes be fucking |
I get money and love songs I’m GI Joe |
Money on your head nigga tic tac toe |
From nothing to something |
I get the turnin the function |
I get the act and the donkey |
I get the act and the fool |
Bitch I’m breaking the rules |
And if you gon' fuck with the squash |
Then it gon' do what it do |
Let me show my crease |
Fly as a motherfucker yes indeed |
I do a hundred on the freeway feeling the breeze |
I got money in that pocket ye I stack my cheese |
Fuck the alphabet boys I only fuck with G’s |
And where I come from we don’t fuck with yees |
Bring down the trees and go hammer the streets |
And everything that we do we gotta bleed |
From nothin' to something |
From nothin' to something |
From nothin' to something |
All my bitches to their left shake their ass for me |
Tell Rick Ross cross that she dance for me |
All my young flocka niggas go pass for me |
And tell my Maliah could she please shake her ass for me |
Secret sunday with more than one chain on |
Looking for a bad bitch to make it rain oh |
Twenty thousand one now that’s no game hoe |
White G, that’s my rude, that’s my cango |
Coupe mango, lame hoe get evicted |
Musser on the beat, motherfucker I’m different |
Drugs on the beat whole squad get a cheque |
Let them niggas tell it, we the west huh?! |
Let me show my crease |
Fly as a motherfucker yes indeed |
I do a hundred on the freeway feeling the breeze |
I got money in that pocket ye I stack my cheese |
Fuck the alphabet boys I only fuck with G’s |
And where I come from we don’t fuck with yees |
Bring down the trees and go hammer the streets |
And everything that we do we gotta bleed |
From nothin' to something |
From nothin' to something |
From nothin' to something |