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You Ain't Gettin' Nothing Lyrics


Down Aka Kilo You Ain't Gettin' Nothing


[Fingazz:]
You ain't gettin' nothin'
No, you ain't gettin' nothin'

[Chorus:]
[Fingazz:] I got a ice chain, with my name on it
[Down:] What you want, girl, you ain't gettin' nothin'
[Fingazz:] I got a big truck, with a sub in it
[Down:] I keep it G, girl, you ain't gettin' nothin'
[Fingazz:] Got a phat crib with the pool in the back
[Down:] And it's all mine, girl, you ain't gettin' nothin'
[Fingazz:] See me in the money, drop money by the sack
[Down:] I got it like that, yeah, I got it like that

[Verse 1: Down]
You got your mind on my money, and my money on your mind
But listen, baby girl, don't waste your time
Everything I got paid for, all mine
I know you like that
But here's the bottom line
I'm a G
And I'm makin' money
I don't wear suits, I rock a white tee
Cadillac truck with TV's and 23"s
I'm a hustler, you can't hustle me
But I ain't mad at ya
You got potential
Your body's bangin', baby
Work on your mental
Can't lie, I like the way that you shaking it
You like dough and the way that I'm making it
I see you lookin' at my chain, fool of rabbit food
I'll let you wear it later on, when you're in the nude
Yeah, I'm kind of rude
And I ain't no symp
Matter of fact, some like a Mexican pimp

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
[Down:]
Yeah, I'm feelin' good
I been cashin' checks
Too legit to quit
I never pay for sex
You should know me
Call me Boss Hog
She said she heard me on the radio with Snoop Dogg
[Snoop Dogg:] What up, Down, Down
[Down:]
Just tryin' to let this
Little mama know how a G put it down
[Snoop Dogg:] Fa shizzle, dizzle
[Down:]
Got a foot in the juego
Hundred dollar bills, stackin' up like Legos
I only run with the best
You're killin' all the rest, fat booty and breast
I'm impressed
Might take it to my nest
But the bed do the test, but I still won't invest
Yeah
So girl, get your groove on
I know your song's on, get your best thong on
You're better off tryin' to have fun in the club
Cause you know damn well you can't huss with a thug

[Chorus]

[Fingazz:]
You ain't gettin', you ain't gettin'
You ain't gettin' nothin'

[Verse 3: Down]
She was from H-Town like the Rockets
She crossed over, put her hands in my pockets
I told her, "Stop it"
Just jock it
Maybe later on, I put your thang in your socket
Yeah, I got a lot of things that a girl like
But you got a lot of things that a boss like
I got a big stack, you got a big bag
Meet me out back, in the back of my Cadillac

[Chorus]

[Fingazz:]
You ain't gettin' nothin'
No, you ain't gettin' nothin'
You ain't gettin' nothin'
No, you ain't gettin' nothin'



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