Problem, Jack Harlow, Jay Rock - Nothin lyrics

Jackman Thomas Harlow

[Problem, Jack Harlow, Jay Rock - Nothin lyrics]

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)
The fellas you be with
They got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)
Wonder how we do it, man
It's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)
Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin'
On my draws (Mm)
All my brothers dressin' like they
Comin' out the clos' (Mm)
Prolly why we starin' at
Discussion when we floss (Mm)
Quite the contrary, though
We bussin' on your broads (Mm)
We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we
Fuck 'em and don't call, like some (Mm)
(yeah) Like some motherfuckin' dawgs (Hey)
That's just how I'm livin'
It ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)
Or maybe shit it was
I guess I'm gon' go givе it some thought
(Oh) i need to cash in the bank
Until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)
Thеy don't wanna see me ball (Uh)
Came up out the city
Had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)
I'm just a youngin' with some flaws
I got people takin' pictures while
I'm struttin' through the mall

What? What?
They ain't pasta with the sauce (What?)
That's why they got robbed
Repercussions when they floss (Right)
Get your mind right
Disconnect from all those orbs (On God)
Friend or foe, you hear me?
That's selection with your heart, boy (yeah)
Yeah, pray we never take another loss (Never)
Never had to pay for no
Protection from the park (Never)
Why, you the type that's scared of
Your reflection in the dark
You got any misconceptions, let's address
It from the start, nigga
Baby hopin' that I plug (O oh)
If I hit her with it
Better act like she in love (O oh)
These niggas in their feelings, bro
I blame it on the drugs
Come to California, get to
Knuckin' if you buck, bruh
(Knuck if you buck, boy)
Diamond Lane, throw it, boy (What?)
Grindin' with precision
Keep the gang goin' up
GRAMMYs or the 'Grams
We ain't stuntin' for no flick shit
But we still do it for the cam
Shoutout Dipset (What?) stop playin'

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)
The fellas you be with
They got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)
Wonder how we do it, man
It's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)
Butterflies in my stomach when she
Touchin' on my draws (Mm)
All my brothers dressin' like they
Comin' out the closet (Mm)
Prolly why we starin' at
Discussion when we floss (Mm)
Quite the contrary, though
We bussin' on your broads (Mm)
We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we
Fuck 'em and don't call, like some (Mm)
(yeah) Like some motherfuckin' dawgs (Hey)
That's just how I'm livin'
It ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)
Or maybe shit it was
I guess I'm gon' go give it some thought
(Oh) i need to cash in the bank
Until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)
They don't wanna see me ball (Uh)
Came up out the city
Had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)
I'm just a youngin' with some flaws
I got people takin' pictures while
I'm struttin' through the mall

I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit
Lock a nigga state to state
With a bag of bricks, he know
Possible he could get cracked with this
But, I'm on my midnight train
On my Gladys shit he thought get it brackin'
For my establishment
Under full court pressure
Fade back and swish
B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport
Keep a lawyer on retainer
So I'm smilin' in court
He will be suprised what a
Hunnid bill dollar'll do
Meet your demands, pull up
Talkin' to community property
If you got all the lottery and
You bought all the property
It's a pussy monopoly, you better wake up
Better recognize what time is today
Whole time gotta survive, that's the play
It seems like I'm only like two bars away
Eastside, five star like I'm on GTA

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