Nothin

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]

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

[Verse 1: Problem]

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 (Ooh)

If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (Ooh)

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'

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]

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

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

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