Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't Seen Nothin', artist - Mack 10. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
You Ain't Seen Nothin' |
| Did y’all expect us? |
| No, uh |
| Bitches, can y’all get naked? |
| That’s right |
| Uh, y’all know me, and the dough I see |
| Fa so la ti, it’s chi chi |
| Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me |
| Talks to eat shit, wanna sleep with it |
| Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y’all stress |
| Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so |
| Everything drop platinum or gold |
| And the whole world know |
| I’m that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher |
| And I don’t feel bad when I crush ya |
| Like blush ya, style big ball, I’ma hit y’all |
| With shit that’s gon' make niggas forget y’all |
| You feel me dog? |
| I’m a C H I, multi |
| And I live and die for the whole pie |
| You can call it what you want |
| I’m a motherfuckin' vet |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| It’s that platinum shit, that’s all we get |
| So let it be known that it’s all for real |
| And all we about is them dollar dollar bills |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| It’s that platinum shit, that’s all we get |
| So let it be known that it’s all for real |
| And all we about is them dollar dollar bills |
| You know that Na Na got the heater shit |
| That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit |
| Niggas talkin' about they six wanna see this shit |
| Knowin' half a y’all broads wanna be this bitch |
| From NY to the west side |
| Motherfuckers keep me in the best ride |
| 38 chest size, ain’t fuckin' less, I come off |
| With like 30 G’s easy once the nigga dead off |
| Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck |
| I’m a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch |
| And everything I rocks with |
| Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y’all hoes finky |
| Got to bank this to even see me half naked |
| Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci |
| Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price |
| Stay frontin', y’all cats ain’t seen nothin' |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| It’s that platinum shit, that’s all we get |
| So let it be known that it’s all for real |
| And all we about is them dollar dollar bills |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| It’s that platinum shit, that’s all we get |
| So let it be known that it’s all for real |
| And all we about is them dollar dollar bills |
| I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino |
| And keep the semi glock, where ever me go |
| I stay ruger ready, or either Smith and Wesson |
| And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I’m tested |
| So where you wanna meet at playa, over here? |
| I’ll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear |
| Plus I’ll tell you what’s real, so uh, baby listen |
| Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cuz the baguettes glisten |
| I want the whole three dozen and with that drama, biz |
| Well, it all depends on how ill your na na is |
| Can you go O-T with a few and a gun? |
| But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one? |
| Now you can be up in the west and do it my way |
| Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA |
| Wanna ball, well, let’s bounce, get the heat and the scale |
| Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| It’s that platinum shit, that’s all we get |
| So let it be known that it’s all for real |
| And all we about is them dollar dollar bills |
| And ain’t none a y’all seen nothin' yet |
| It’s that platinum shit, that’s all we get |
| So let it be known that it’s all for real |
| And all we about is them dollar dollar bills |
| Turn it up |
| The Hoo Banger, Mack 10 |
| The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown |
| And the homie JD, the don chi chi |
| We got the Recipe, break it down |