Ain’t Nothin’ Songtext
von Chief Keef

Ay, bang
Bang bang, bang bang
Sos′ baby, Glo gang, baby
You know how we rockin', baby
(Ace Bankz on the beat)

Ayy, been gettin′ money since '08 summer
I been riding Hummers, that ain't nothin′, that ain′t nothin'
I been getting money, I been spending money, boy
That′s lil' money, that ain′t nothin', that ain′t nothin'
Made it out the 'jects, now I′m on a jet
Still throwing up my set, DJ Khaled, we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
That′s the way, show no stress
That's your bitch, she sure gon′ stress
It ain't nothing, it′s a test, nigga


Pull up in that wet, throwin' up my set
Hot shit, you get wet, nigga, it ain′t none of that, nigga
It ain't none of this, what you want with this?
You don't war with this, where ya boys is?
Hit that bank on that Lloyd shit, grown boy shit
Pistol knock your ass out, it be on that Floyd shit
In my lane, bunch of bullshit, I can deal with
Up my pistol, I′ma squirt it at your booty

And ya head, now you′re dead, nigga, where ya bread, nigga?
And ya fam, where yo' lead, nigga? Yous a dead, nigga
In my hands is some bread, nigga, I throw bread, niggas
When I land in the strip club, I′m the man, nigga
Shawty Lo, I done done, done, done all these hoes
How we roll? We gone come through and stop this show
Let me know where my fucking bread then I'm out the door
Out ya hair, in my fucking whip, they like, "Where he go?"

Ayy, been gettin′ money since '08 summer
I been riding Hummers, that ain′t nothin', that ain't nothin′
I been getting money, I been spending money, boy
That′s lil' money, that ain′t nothin', that ain′t nothin'
Made it out the ′jects, now I'm on a jet
Still throwing up my set, DJ Khaled, we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
That's the way, show no stress
That′s your bitch, she sure gon′ stress
It ain't nothing, it′s a test, nigga


Grandma house, sellin' dope, out the back, nigga
Cops coming, I run out, nigga
Here they come, knockin′ at my door
I be out the door with my dope and my rolls (Ace Bankz on the-)
In Iraq, fuck lil' Mexico
I be smoking Citgo and Texaco
Gas, premium, mane, you know
I let her hit it then I stretch your hoe, I′m like whoa

She said she be snorting coke (she snort coke)
I told her I be ridin' in them fuckin' totes with the Glo
Pull up on a nigga, bust a move, do the do-
Which one of you niggas gonna show up?
I′m ready, I′m finna suit the fuck up and lace my boots
Now we finna shoot, the motherfuckin' pistols gettin′ loose

Ayy, been gettin' money since ′08 summer
I been riding Hummers, that ain't nothin′, that ain't nothin'
I been getting money, I been spending money, boy
That′s lil′ money, that ain't nothin′, that ain't nothin′
Made it out the 'jects, now I′m on a jet
Still throwing up my set, DJ Khaled, we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
That's the way, show no stress
That's your bitch, she sure gon′ stress
It ain′t nothing, it's a test, nigga