Lyrics:

Count another grip, smoke another zip
Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is, retarded
What Im driving, Ferrari
What Im rocking, Armani, Gianni Versace, huh
Fuck around and Ill buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane
My chain, oh that thing

Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Stackin cheese till my bread right
Smokin weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, Imma spend all my bread like
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Stackin cheese till my bread right
Smokin trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, Imma spend all my bread like
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing

You niggas chasin money Im on top of it
If it aint money dont know what the topic is
Dont come out till next year that mean Im rockin it
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin shit
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on
Party in south of France when its cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old

Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Stackin cheese till my bread right
Smokin weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, Imma spend all my bread like
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Stackin cheese till my bread right
Smokin trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, Imma spend all my bread like
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing

My hair longer than your girl
Go shawty its your world
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries
Scarface, all out
All I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
It aint nothin to me but its somethin to you
Count money like its somethin to do
Summer time Im like fuck the roof, winter time Im in Lo boots
And uh, its nothin
I like being high because its a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold its on Theraflu

Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Stackin cheese till my bread right
Smokin weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, Imma spend all my bread like
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Stackin cheese till my bread right
Smokin trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, Imma spend all my bread like
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing
Its nothing, its nothing