Lyrics Nothing to Me - Jeremih, Juelz Santana

Nothing to Me

Hol-hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Bad bitches, bad bitches,
Pull up, pull up
Money low, money low,
No sir, no sir
I just throw, throw it up, throw it up!
You see me blowing all this cash, uh
That don’t mean nothing to me, nah, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah
That don’t mean nothing
Money flyin like it got wings (that's right)
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah nah
That don’t mean nothing
I see them niggas holding hands (fuck em!)
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me
That don’t mean nothing
I got my niggas with me, I’m straight, I’m straight
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me
That don’t mean nothing
Uhhh show em money, blowin money
Throwin money, you see us?
And if not, your bitch do
She ditched you to come meet us!
Now she wanna chill with us, busted open for real niggas
In DOA we shoot money, yeah niggas, we kill strippers!
I don’t care if that ass fake, long ass, that ass shake
All this money and diamonds on me, now that’s what I call karat cake
Gotta keep up, I speed up, going hard to my last day
I’m balling on em, fast break, fast life, no back brake
Swerve!
I know I get on their fucking nerves (Scoot!)
That’s your bitch, I’m leaving with her, word!
You fuck with money, I do what I want with money
My new whip, that’s a thousand bricks,
Cause that shit cost me a ton of money!
We in here, they panicking
Them broke boys can’t handle it
Na, these boys ain’t got swag
They just bought what’s on the mannequin!
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Time to let them know who’s the man again!
(Me!)
New rollie, sky dweller, fifty grand on my hand again!
Hol-hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Bad bitches, bad bitches,
Pull up, pull up
Money low, money low,
No sir, no sir
I just throw, throw it up, throw it up!
You see me blowing all this cash, uh
That don’t mean nothing to me, nah, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah
That don’t mean nothing
Money flyin like it got wings (that's right)
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah nah
That don’t mean nothing
I see them niggas holding hands (fuck em!)
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me
That don’t mean nothing
I got my niggas with me, I’m straight, I’m straight
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me
That don’t mean nothing
Who’s house?
My house!
Who’s house?
My house!
Ball so hard, need time out
Ya ain’t balling, lock out
Bad bitches, they top out
Those bitches don’t stop now
Pussy look like Pacquaio and I’m all cash, that knock out!
Hey!
That money I’m a throw
I’m in the jackpot!
I wanna see it look
I bringing you back the top
They ain’t seeing that before
I really don’t stop!
Oh, all I know is go
That my ridin low
That 40 yard lit
Hey, won’t you take a shot?
Then won’t you take a trip?
I see your heels is bleeding
I love you so conceded
Acting like you don’t
And you know you know you need it!
Hol-hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Bad bitches, bad bitches,
Pull up, pull up
Money low, money low,
No sir, no sir
I just throw, throw it up, throw it up!
You see me blowing all this cash, uh
That don’t mean nothing to me, nah, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah
That don’t mean nothing
Money flyin like it got wings (that's right)
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me, nah nah
That don’t mean nothing
I see them niggas holding hands (fuck em!)
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me
That don’t mean nothing
I got my niggas with me, I’m straight, I’m straight
That don’t mean nothing to me, that don’t mean nothing to me
That don’t mean nothing