Key Glock - Nothing to Something lyrics
[Key Glock - Nothing to Something lyrics]
Ye-Yea ceeo, turn that beat up
Every since a youngin, all i knew was
Get da money yea, i ran up my commas
I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my momma and
A fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pijamas, fell asleep
Countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, ya, rack
After rack i'm talkin' 'bout racks, after
Racks, ya, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, ya, bitch
I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh
Bitch, i get it back, yah
Rubbaband man, uh, bustin' out my pants
Got two hunnit on my dash
I pay one twenty, cash, yea
I don't mean to brag
But mouthwash cost a check, yeah
Fresh in gucci plaque, yuh
Mister Brown swag, yea
No, bitch, can't do it like me
Friends, full jets, got on, a white tee
Lightin' it up, like a christmas tree
Spend fifty racks on cubain links
Think about buyin' me a new AP
Royce go all with pussy pink
I got all these god damn rings
Make her get on her knees
But she can't remember me
Too many deposit's, sauce up in my closet
(yea)
Drippin' thru' the lobby, bitch blow me like
And my teeth is flawless, bitch
This money talk i spent thirty on my martian
This Glizzock, this ain't Marvin
Every since a youngin, all i knew was
Get da money yea, i ran up my commas
I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my momma
And a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pijamas, fell asleep
Countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, ya, rack
After rack i'm talkin' 'bout racks, after
Racks, ya, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, ya, bitch
I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh
Bitch, i get it back, yah
Every since a youngin, all i knew was
Get da money yea, i ran up my commas
I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my momma and
A fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pijamas, fell asleep
Countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, ya, rack
After rack i'm talkin' 'bout racks, after
Racks, ya, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, ya, bitch
I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh
Bitch, i get it back, yah
Rubbaband man, uh, bustin' out my pants
Got two hunnit on my dash
I pay one twenty, cash, yea
I don't mean to brag
But mouthwash cost a check, yeah
Fresh in gucci plaque, yuh
Mister Brown swag, yea
No, bitch, can't do it like me
Friends, full jets, got on, a white tee
Lightin' it up, like a christmas tree
Spend fifty racks on cubain links
Think about buyin' me a new AP
Royce go all with pussy pink
I got all these god damn rings
Make her get on her knees
But she can't remember me
Too many deposit's, sauce up in my closet
(yea)
Drippin' thru' the lobby, bitch blow me like
And my teeth is flawless, bitch
This money talk i spent thirty on my martian
This Glizzock, this ain't Marvin
Every since a youngin, all i knew was
Get da money yea, i ran up my commas
I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my momma
And a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pijamas, fell asleep
Countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, ya, rack
After rack i'm talkin' 'bout racks, after
Racks, ya, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, ya, bitch
I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh
Bitch, i get it back, yah