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