Ain’t On Nuttin’

Yeah, got a lot of fucking paper in my hand
But it still won't cut it
Said she got a lot of
Fucking paper in the bank
Why she move so budget?
Said he wants to take me out to dinner
Meet his mother but I ain't on loving
So I tried to take him to the crib and
Show him something but he ain't on nuttin'
Said she don't like me if she beefing me
On Twitter but she ain't on scuffing
They're all like "Nadz don't get it twisted
She's hard" I'm like "Easy does it"
We caught her in the dance
Cut her one, two, one, two shape no clubbing
Feds pull me in say I was an
Eyewitness but my lips weren't budging
Said she in the trap but she don't know
Said she in the flats but she don't know
Thinks she's been about it 'cause
They made her grow something
Roll with couple bitches that are
Known to hold grudges
Skrt in the whip, Tiptronic, no clutching
Skrt from the bitch, that's the ends
Don't touch 'em couldn't walk a mile in my
Shoes so get running
'Cause I'll catch you on your ones
Two twos ain't on nuttin'