Can Nothing Come Between Us

[Intro] Ch-ch-chyeah Ch-ch-ching What else? [Verse 1] Can nothing come between us Or at least that's what I figured all along Heard you speaking on them creatures and them members I remembered telling you shit that nobody even knew Heard it come across my desk, never thought it'd be you To run your mouth to these hoes, couldn't nobody had to told me You was phony as they came, for that money niggas change Where the fuck was niggas at, had my back against the ropes Can't be on that same shit and expect different results Cream soda kinda fuchsia, keep a shooter at the function All that frontin' you be doing, ain't no future in your fronting Always stressing to my youngin' it was never 'bout the money Two things in this world I hate, that's a sellout and a flunkie Move that work in third person, niggas snitching third party On the third ring, game time first string Caught the chicken pox selling rocks off of [?] Pox full of chicken catchin' pops like it's ringworm [Chorus] Nickel nine in the twenty gauge, ayy Peeking through the blinds and the shades, yeah I lapped your ninety day run in five business days Can show you how to get that money ninety different ways Nickel nine in the twenty gauge, ayy Peeking through the blinds and the shades, yeah I lapped your ninety day run in five business days Can show you how to get that money ninety different ways [Verse 2] Can't nothing come between me and that pape' Seen that scratch, get a nigga slid out like it's second base Passing out testers, got 'em mad, I put the smackdown Hatin' on me 'cause they tired of dancing in the background Balling like I'm Beatrice, aim with all the theatrics Dope so hard, look like I cut it with a Cialis Cakin' off an android, with them state fair boys Art so strong he like "this shit been taking steroids" Close but no cigar, they can't get close to me Don't get no sympathy from me for being who you 'posed to be Approaching me, it ain't wise Ain't grew up in a church but I been known to make 'em pay ties Been on one since [?] died [?] to the bayside [?] Gang time, mafia, what else, it ain't no false flagging The Jack guy, I ain't with all the [?] jacking Packing up the [?], we call that raw talents [Chorus] Nickel nine in the twenty gauge, ayy Peeking through the blinds and the shades, yeah I lapped your ninety day run in five business days Can show you how to get that money ninety different ways