Dorreace Da Loon - Mean Nothing (feat.Sleep)

Talm bout all that money really don't mean shit to me
Make your own homie turn you back and leave you history
Better think about that gutta when you mention me
Bitch I rep that 1300 chattown, Tenn-A-Key
Remember I was trapping out my mama home
Now I can go and buy her anything she want

That shit don't mean nothing
I came up from nothing
I came up from nothing
I came up from nothing

All this money yea I stack it up
If I pull this cash out out, Bet this little bitch start acting up
Riding with the foreign, In this foreign and that bitch go vroom
Yeah that bitch go vroom
Yea im off this act
Sipping act no prune
Stars offs in the sunroof, Shawty think we spaceship
Nigga fuck a day shift
And however they feel
Got these bitches staring at me like they seen a ghost
Told her keep her pants on, I just want the throat
Cause a young nigga jugging, I just ride around with that bag
Hoes be out here fucking, I just run me up a check
Told her bust it up open, Throw some hundreds on that cat
Whats that shit you claiming
Nah... We don't fuck with that

Talm bout all that money really don't mean shit to me
Make your own homie turn you back and leave you history
Better think about that gutta when you mention me
Bitch I rep that 1300 chattown, Tenn-A-Key
Remember I was trapping out my mama home
Now I can go and buy her anything she want

That shit don't mean nothing
I came up from nothing
I came up from nothing
I came up from nothing

I came up from nothing
Had to trap off in the trenches
Had to post up in the malice
12 come we jumping fences
From the sun up, To the set
Trying come up on a check
Whole lot of rag races
Stack it up, Then watch me flex
Watch me flex
I came straight out jets
Where they hustle like nothing
Never worry bout the next
Hold up... Let me check my text
I think I got a play for eighty
Had to re-up with my people
Four or buy four and a baby
I keep them going crazy

Well maybe
Whole lot of hollow tips
In case a nigga try to play me
Middle fingers to the opp
A lot of niggas they fugazi
Shout to the middle section
That's that shit that use to pay
For real

Talm bout all that money really don't shit to me
Make your own homie turn you back and leave you history
Better think about that gutta when you mention me
Bitch I rep that 1300 chattown, Tenn-A-Key
Remember I was trapping out my mama home
Now I can go and buy her anything she want

That shit don't mean nothing
I came up from nothing
I came up from nothing
I came up from nothing

Written by:
Kennya Tremble II

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