None of That

Lyrics

[Intro: Regis Philbin & Joey Fatts] He's won a million dollars! Shit, just got to keep goin' with it 25/8 [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] Aye, I'm feeling like I gotta watch the niggas close 'Cause the ones you seem to love, they tend to hurt the most Back against the wall, I'm trying to learn the ropes Lately, I've been feeling like the only hope A/C full blast while I smoke my dope I was down bad, now I'm getting dough Choppa big as Gary Coleman, that's a different stroke I've been in the set grindin' with the Locs, we gettin' to it You can get it too, nigga, stop worrying about what that bitch doin' Slidin' in that coupé with a big speaker, it got a kick to it Uh, Long Beach legend, bitch, I feel like Jigga in my section Jiggy Joey looking gully in the joint If y'all ain't talking about large money, then what's the point? On the dice shooting large money, boy, what's the point? Stuck up in the streets, I'm feeling like the voice And nigga this a blue T-shirt Tha Innerprize, nigga, hit us if you need work Don't hit my phone talkin' bout you need a verse I'm on my grind, baby girl, I probably leave you hurt (huh) So we gone double back [Chorus: Joey Fatts] All that talking ain't with none of that Dog, I'm trying to run this bag up Brand new .40, came with a drum attached Better make a nigga back up All that talking ain't with none of that (on crip, nigga) All that talking ain't with none of that [Verse 2: G Perico] Yeah, these niggas broke my heart It's funny how niggas words could tear your world apart All that hate let you know you great Or make you put that AK to a nigga face Yeah, and pull the trigger I kill a nigga to keep on living, that's on my Crippin' On my Crippin', I be taking flights Vegas nights, rollin' dice, 5 2, bet I strike Nigga I'm just livin' life, diamonds dancing off the light Niggas thought it couldn't happen 'cause they ain't have no sight So, they ain't by my side, nigga Hell no you can't ride, nigga Any problems, we can line them up and squab, nigga I'm cut-throat from the start, niggas only jealous in the hood because I got the purple heart We making millions this year, about to kill them this year, got them in they feelings this year, yeah [Chorus: Joey Fatts] All that talking ain't with none of that Dog, I'm trying to run this bag up Brand new .40, came with a drum attached Better make a nigga back up All that talking ain't with none of that (on crip, nigga) All that talking ain't with none of that