It's Nothing Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

So So Def 

[Chorus] 

For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboard 

All you Range Roves, it's nothing 

So put jams in the tens and pent 

Leave a million dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing 

For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and 

Keep making hits, it's nothing 

For me to lose a G and bet back three 

And let it stack, you know me 

It's nothing 

Flat shows, up all gold to watch 

This for show, I connect all the dots 

Seen a lot of men, seen what I've seen 

Been where I been, do you even think about 

Coming hotter than 

You could find me at the T top, see T gray 

Wit a girl no top, just blowing away, hey! 

I make that, get you real pissed off 

Seen a chick first time throw a trick off 

That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time 

Don't matter what it cost, just get it, get it 

Like gray flow, like gray dough 

Wrist, ears, neck, light gray glow 

Make dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come through 

Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo 

Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras 

JD, babe ro', the Wizard of Oz 

[Chorus] 

Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance now 

Get in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' down 

I live with it, do what the fuck I want to 

Da Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesome 

Don't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shit 

Out done 'cause we outnumbered your clique 

Who's that pushing that six? See that name on the plates? 

The chain? The wrist? 

Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shit 

Switch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitch 

Ice style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights out 

If a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hints 

Straight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this joint 

Make they jump out they boxer draws 

And I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'all 

[Chorus] 

Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous? 

You broke by mistake, we rich on purpose 

What the word is, you heard this sober, the are O, uh 

You know what? Hold up, stop the beat 

Are O see nigga, now drop the beat 

Got to be, glittery, hoes opt to me 

Jittery, drop and give me head complimentary 

Up the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so gifted 

Want to floss? 

R-O-C break your bank with the inner heart the females I come across 

Close your mouth hon, I run 

Come across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? Billboard 

Young mack, want that, kick back, for the flicks 

Stack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that? 

[Chorus] 

So did we make y'all rock? 

For me to make y'all rock 

For me to make y'all rock 

Shit, it's nothing 

For me to make y'all rock 

For me to make y'all rock 

For me to make y'all rock 

It's nothing 

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