Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Got Nothing On Me, artist - Loving Caliber. Album song Fire Line, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.10.2017
Record label: Epidemic Sound
Song language: English
You Got Nothing On Me |
Everytime I’m going out |
The same things keep happening |
New boy, same tricks |
You’re coming closer to me now |
Trying to be smooth |
So here we go again, here we go again |
You’re trying to buy me drinks |
And I don’t like your cheap tricks |
Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya |
I don’t know what you think |
But I’m not one of those chicks |
Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya |
(You got nothing on me, on me) |
(You got nothing on me, on me) |
(You got nothing on me, on me) |
(Hey!) |
I know that I’m looking like a movie star |
You try to pick me up in your new sports car |
(Hey!) |
I think it’s called a Jaguar |
I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind |
(Hey!) |
I can see you want me bad |
But your petty moves kind of make me sad |
(Hey!) |
Oh boy you must be mad |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
(Hey!) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
(Hey!) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
You’re trying to impress me |
But I don’t care |
About your rolex or your credit card |
Rolex or your credit card |
But still you won’t quit |
Trying to be cool |
So here we go again, here we go again |
(You got nothing on me, on me) |
(You got nothing on me, on me) |
(You got nothing on me, on me) |
(Hey!) |
I know that I’m looking like a movie star |
You try to pick me up in your new sports car |
(Hey!) |
I think it’s called a Jaguar |
I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind |
(Hey!) |
I can see you want me bad |
But your petty moves kind of make me sad |
(Hey!) |
Oh boy you must be mad |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
(Hey!) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
(Hey!) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
You’re trying to buy me drinks |
And I don’t like your cheap tricks |
Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya |
I don’t know what you think |
But I’m not one of those chicks |
Take it somewhere else would ya, would ya |
(Hey!) |
I know that I’m looking like a movie star |
You try to pick me up in your new sports car |
(Hey!) |
I think it’s called a Jaguar |
I don’t give a damn, ain’t got money on my mind |
(Hey!) |
I can see you want me bad |
But your petty moves kind of make me sad |
(Hey!) |
Oh boy you must be mad |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
(Hey!) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |
(Hey!) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh |
You got nothing on me ‘cause I look too hot |