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ain't nuthin goin on - terry f lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m a eastside rider, raised on the southside
didn’t need tv, i was outside
putting in work, cause it’s money first
and if you scared of a dollar better go to church
super potent purp’, make your lungs hurt
i can make your b-tch drip with only one word
swag, through it in the bag
fresh new polo, i ain’t even pop the tag
rappers so sad, through them hands if you bad
leave you p-ssy’s bleeding, now you on the rag, yeah
got ciroc, make the p-ssy pop
i’m sipping scotch, twist it up, up in the yacht
i’m in the drop, smoking out the parking lot
tint the windows in case the cops wanna watch a lot
pac c.d. in the c.d. deck
might come at your neck just to see respect
try to come at my bars, you gon’ see me flex
you ain’t strong enough, did you eat your wheaties yet? yeah
rep south cak, got it in my backpack
working full time, you ain’t doing half of that

[hook x2]
ain’t nuthin’ goin’ on but the money
ain’t nuthin’ goin’ on but the shows
ain’t nuthin’ goin’ on but the money
ain’t nuthin’ goin’ on but these ho’s

[verse 2]
snap back? or the fitted cap?
i’t don’t even matter, swag to the max
copped a nickle bag, copped a nickle back
copped another nickle, should’ve got a dime bag
deuce deuce on me, i don’t like to shoot
just wanted you to know that it’s in my boot
she know i’m the truth, i should wear a suit
she want me to beat, like fruity loops
yeah, and i’m all about my revenue
gotta get ahead of you, terry f. the sickest dude
you f-ck around, i get at you
every single thing i do, is shocking b-tch i’m pikachu
i pop up like, peek a boo
i would get at mrs. chick and mr. dude
i ain’t really got no time to f-cking pick and choose
gon’ and pick a spot, gon’ and pick a stage
guarentee i bring it back like a ricochet
got that grade a, i’m a good student
grade a flow, man i thought you knew it
better think twice, before you get stupid
cause y’all can get checked, i wouldn’t just do it
yeah, give that time to register
this a stick up, let me get it out the register
e-double on the beat, know what that mean
money, money, money, dollar, and a dream

[hook x2]

- terry f lyrics

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