Jace - Nothing Else lyrics
[Jace - Nothing Else lyrics]
I been smoking gas out of Sprinters
I like stunting in the summertime
So I’m ducking off every winter
Fuck your baby mama once then I’m dipping
Rolling up all kinds of stuff and I’m feeling
Pretty good to be honest
They say more money, more problems
So I got me and I’m counting
She black and educated, and
She loves counting, i love her
Fuck a cliché, I been up for three days
Spending money on the freeway
Listening to Freeway
Tryna make sure that my team’s straight
And I can barely even see straight
So many bitches you would think
A nigga speed dates
And they seek gray every time
That they see me fuck you saying?
I got loud in this blunt
So when you talkin' shit man
Say it with your chest
I like moving ‘round when I stunt
My three chains and my heavy neck
Nike life, I want every check
My pockets popping like they heavy set
Heavens yes, give 'em hell, to the death
Always rep that’s a motherfucking bet, hey
Niggas always running round talking
Bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it
Fuck a price
If the pack’s still right then I'm all in
Tell em right now
If it ain’t cash they can hold it
Niggas die young, living fast
Might crash cause I’m on one
Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else
I want it all in a rush
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just smoking on good gas
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just tryna get the big bags
Till it ain’t nothing left
I got two brand new bitches
Chilling in a condo
Blunt costs more than your car note, good
Gas get me higher than a pilot, auto
Good gas, blast off like a rocket, Otto
Walk in sack, like give me, all those
No wait, right now, pronto
Black horse coupe riding ‘round, Tonto
Let me be clear, I am the man
Of the minute, the hour, the month
And the year living Huxtable, comfortable
Let’s get a couple of chills
You can not fuck with us yeah
My whole set when we smile have ghost heads
Oh yes on, and we ain’t even on yet
Won’t be long, let’s celebrate what we have
Nigga looking on some
And yeen ain’t no money yeen
Getting round with ya
Ain’t talking bout nothing
Ain’t got nothing, money you fine
Back to back, kicking shit, hackey sack
Or acrobats, flipping that
Niggas always running round talking
Bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it
Fuck a price
If the pack’s still right then I'm all in
Tell em right now
If it ain’t cash they can hold it
Niggas die young, living fast
Might crash cause I’m on one
Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else
I want it all in a rush
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just smoking on good gas
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just tryna get the big bags
Till it ain’t nothing left
I like stunting in the summertime
So I’m ducking off every winter
Fuck your baby mama once then I’m dipping
Rolling up all kinds of stuff and I’m feeling
Pretty good to be honest
They say more money, more problems
So I got me and I’m counting
She black and educated, and
She loves counting, i love her
Fuck a cliché, I been up for three days
Spending money on the freeway
Listening to Freeway
Tryna make sure that my team’s straight
And I can barely even see straight
So many bitches you would think
A nigga speed dates
And they seek gray every time
That they see me fuck you saying?
I got loud in this blunt
So when you talkin' shit man
Say it with your chest
I like moving ‘round when I stunt
My three chains and my heavy neck
Nike life, I want every check
My pockets popping like they heavy set
Heavens yes, give 'em hell, to the death
Always rep that’s a motherfucking bet, hey
Niggas always running round talking
Bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it
Fuck a price
If the pack’s still right then I'm all in
Tell em right now
If it ain’t cash they can hold it
Niggas die young, living fast
Might crash cause I’m on one
Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else
I want it all in a rush
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just smoking on good gas
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just tryna get the big bags
Till it ain’t nothing left
I got two brand new bitches
Chilling in a condo
Blunt costs more than your car note, good
Gas get me higher than a pilot, auto
Good gas, blast off like a rocket, Otto
Walk in sack, like give me, all those
No wait, right now, pronto
Black horse coupe riding ‘round, Tonto
Let me be clear, I am the man
Of the minute, the hour, the month
And the year living Huxtable, comfortable
Let’s get a couple of chills
You can not fuck with us yeah
My whole set when we smile have ghost heads
Oh yes on, and we ain’t even on yet
Won’t be long, let’s celebrate what we have
Nigga looking on some
And yeen ain’t no money yeen
Getting round with ya
Ain’t talking bout nothing
Ain’t got nothing, money you fine
Back to back, kicking shit, hackey sack
Or acrobats, flipping that
Niggas always running round talking
Bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it
Fuck a price
If the pack’s still right then I'm all in
Tell em right now
If it ain’t cash they can hold it
Niggas die young, living fast
Might crash cause I’m on one
Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else
I want it all in a rush
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just smoking on good gas
Like it ain’t nothing else
I’m just tryna get the big bags
Till it ain’t nothing left