Ain’t a Thang

Lyrics

[Intro: Dolla Dame] (Stevo Crowned this beat) Talk, talk You know how we talk to these niggas Every time, nigga, c'mon Fuck it up, nigga Yeah, talk to me, nigga, alright, look [Verse 1: Dolla Dame] Big stones in the Cuban got my neck hurtin' Call Google right now and change my net worth She ain't gotta walk the blade if the neck work She ever said that she was mine, then I check purse Know I check traps, she ain't had no money, so I probably never check back Why you ain't put your dog in the game? I don't respect that Fell out with some niggas that I love, I had to step back Old hoes mad, they fagged off, know they regret that Every loss made me a boss, I accept that Only come around when you winnin', I expect that Only come around when you up, gotta get used to it New glizzy came with a switch, had to get used to it [Chorus: Dolla Dame] Money ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do Spend this money, ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do [Verse 2: Skinny T] I been on the road all night, woke up in Michigan I been on the move so much, I be missin' shit Throwin' money out the roof, nigga, I'm really gettin' it The bitch OT, I'm OT, I told her, "Send that shit" Plug probably pull up in a coupe, shit, I'm in a coupe Dame got the Scat doin' numbers, he know what to do I can only tell a bitch the real, she know I'm the truth I could get the whole stick gone, it's gon' cost a two We in this bitch smokin' good weed, you probably smokin' boof I don't even like these ho niggas, we can't fuck with you Plug just dropped off a hundred, I know what to do This money ain't shit, lil' nigga, I'm throwin' it out the roof [Chorus: Dolla Dame] Money ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do Spend this money, ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do [Verse 3: Mac J] Boy, that money ain't shit, I'll blow it on your shooter Pull up in that sport but I push it like a scooter Chop suey came double D's like a hooter Nigga walk around hands down, he a loser Tell 'em, "Shake me out, I can tell you what it took" Dog down bad, put that money on his book Runnin' to that bag, I can feel it in my foot I think I'm a chef in that trap, let me cook I'll throw this money out the roof like I'm Jigga Man It ain't shit, I spin it like a ceiling fan Ain't a dollar in this world I can't get again Ain't talk' money on my phone then forget it then [Chorus: Dolla Dame] Money ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do Spend this money, ain't a thang, I'ma throw it out the roof Champagne bottles, I'ma feed a bitch the truth Plug on the way, he gon' pull up in the coupe He gon' drop a hundred off, nigga, I know what to do