You Ain't Got Nothing On Me Lyrics - Fabolous

I'm with a hundred and one niggas, we Dalmatian doggy deep 

And fly with the tongue so if you feelin froggy leap 

Kermit you better think before you ribbit 

Don't be murdered over your song before you ad-lib it 

I pop up like Xzibit 

But givin' I'm at your crib it's 

Not to put no fuckin' fish tanks in your Civics 

Fuck getting your ride pimped 

You'll get hog-tied whipped 

Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shimp 

It's been a good year maybe I should ride a blimp 

Cause your boy just stay above the game 

They tryna tag em, spray a brotha' frame 

But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim 

Go 'head nigga, say another name 

Take this family for a joke play them Wayan Brothers games 

And I'm a get you sucka I be scheming with dis keenin 

Aimin with dis Damon 

I'm puttin that major pain in 

My lil man is on ya Marlon and Shawn ya 

Lay the beef on this noodle 

Make some noodle lasagna 

40 cal fettuccine tres pound pasta 

You reach for this medallion you must like Italian, nigga 

You only see me pushin if the drivers tired 

I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired 

The drop top, they say it's Ocean Drive inspired 

So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab 

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Uh I get money like a *mufucka* 

Shades darker than I bitch but I could see 

I got everything 

You got nothing 

You ain't got nothin' on me 

Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *mufucka* 

Yeaa money u would never see yeaa 

I got everything 

You got nothing 

You ain't got nothin' on me 

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I'm on the grind till the police come 

With that pistol on the side boy don't be dumb 

Or... I let that semi twirl ya 

Now you could follow the drip 

Cause one shot outta the clip will Jheri curl you 

Leave you sloppy like seconds 

Obey me like peasants 

Or get opened up like presents 

Please, my young boys whilin for respect 

Slit your throat, have you smilinl witcha neck 

Say cheese 

My doughs a bit longer 

My flow is just slaughter 

My wrists look like frozen Poland Spring water 

So tell me boys tell me boys who you think your messing with 

I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit 

Haven't you all heard (what?) 

Ya'll all herbs (yup) 

I stick toothpicks(where) 

In ya hors d'oeuvre 

Listen, 

I'm a shark, ya'll just koi fish (what else) 

Octopus(what else) 

Oysters 

Haha 

I got my eye on your wifey now (yea) 

I'll have her lick me up(up) 

And then wipe me down(down) 

She told me you'se a nag, you'se a bug(ddaammn) 

She told me I'm a blast I'm a stud*(daaamn)* 

She told me you'd be beast and you'd be checkin for the burn 

So I gave her knee pads for the rug(haha) 

It's skull gang from the chain to the lifestyle 

You surf-boy dudes get wiped out(totally) 

Uh I get money like a *mufucka* 

Shades darker than I bitch but I could see 

I got everything 

You got nothing 

You ain't got nothin' on me 

Uhhh I'm gettin money like a *mufucka* 

Yeaa money u would never see yeaa 

I got everything 

You got nothing 

You ain't got nothin' on me 

Get you 3-4 get you like the number after 1 umma a get me 2 

It's weezy f you now you gotta have a baby 

My money don't fold nor bends 

Mercedes Maybach, Grey black 

And I gotta 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks 

Fuck your city and your town, I state facts, take that 

No, better yet like diddy take that 

Wait rats, I hate rats 

I clean them out like Ajax 

Got paper like a fax machine 

Asinene 

Damn I mean asinine 

Dappa don 

After mine there will be nine 

Damn I mean there will be none 

I will be one 

Of the greatest things you ever felt you ever seen or 

Heard carter Harvard ya'll scared 

Not me 

Not I 

Call me young Popeye 

Tell Bruno I'm a nuno 

I'll bring rail to your funeral 

Damn I mean funer-al funeral 

You say tomato I say tomata 

You say get 'em I say got 'em 

Yea I got 'em 

Man you better keep paying me cause you don't want my problems 

I be wildin like Capital One... what is in your wallet? 

You fly 

But what is it to pilot? 

Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom 

Damn I mean foot up in your ass 

I kick that shit now gon put it in the trash 

Diesel 

Uh I get money like a *mufucka* 

Shades darker than I bitch but I could see 

I got everything 

You got nothing 

You ain't got nothing on me 

Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherfucka 

Yeaa money you ain't never see *yeaa 

yeaa uh 

You ain't got nothing on me 

Yeaa I'm gettin' money like a mufucka 

Shades darker than a bitch but I could see 

I got everything 

You got nothing 

You ain't got nothing on me 

Yeaa I'm gettin money like a mufucka 

Big money nigga, big money nigga, big money nigga 

Yeaa*