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Nothin' Like Me Lyrics - Artist : Brown, Chris
Mustard on the beat, ho
She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range, oh-oh First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex, oh Way more money than her ex (Oh-whoa) And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl (Oh-whoa) He ain't nothing like me, girl (Dolla $ign) He complain about spendin' (Spendin') I hand you the card, tell you spend it (Ooh yeah) Master P, no limit (Limit) I let you do you, girl (You, girl) He don't put no gas in your car, no (Car, no) We hit the lot and buy cars, girl (Cars, girl) He fuck you every blue moon I hit it 'til the sun come up (Come up) That's why I fuck with you, girl (You, girl) You ain't lookin' for no come up (Ooh yeah) Your nigga ain't about his money He got zeros, I got commas (Yeah) He buyin' drinks, I'm buyin' bottles (Bottles) We pulling'up on Forgiato's (Forgiato's) All of my niggas got money (Money) That nigga can't pull out a hunnid (Ooh yeah) She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range, oh-oh First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex, oh Way more money than her ex (Oh-whoa) And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl (Oh-whoa) He ain't nothing like me, girl I ain't gon' start shit and a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back I know you got a nigga, don't lie (Don't lie) Fuck your boyfriend, not tonight (Not tonight) I'ma make you mine, all night (All night) Damn I'm on your ass, can't hide it 'Cause all my girls that's in this bitch don't want a broke nigga (No) All they wanna do smoke and drink and they know what I'm thinkin' She choosing (Choosin'), to fuck with a fly nigga (Yeah) Your bitch about to change up (Oh-oh) I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga She don't think that I can change (Yeah) So I switched from a Benz to a Range, oh-oh (I did) First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex, oh babe Way more money than her ex (Oh-whoa, yeah) And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl (Oh-whoa) He ain't nothing like me, girl (Oh) (Ha!) More money, most money Marlon Wayans, tell them niggas ain't shit funny (Hahaha) Tight money (Ha!), shit too private for your plane money (Bitch!) You coach money, I toast crumbs, loaf runnin' (Hey! Woo) Rich nigga, Alpo, Rich Porter I'm CEO, plus I fucked his granddaughter (Ow!) I do shit you think about on the toilet My cup over-runnin', flowin' like Fiji water (Hey!) And my new bitch sorta like a alcoholic Bitch, my new car, call that bitch "whatchamacallit" (Ow!) T-Raw, yeah, got pussy callin' (Brrrr) OHB, L-K, only baller, woo! I came with the tooth filler In case a nigga wanna score a round with me, nigga True shit, trill nigga Put down my hard hat, drill bitches, fuck with me (Yeah!), ha! She don't think that I can change (She don't think that I—) So I switched from a Benz to a Range, oh-oh First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex, oh Way more money than her ex (Oh-whoa, oh, babe, oh) And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl (Oh-whoa, I done showed you shit) He ain't nothing like me, girl She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range, oh-oh First class to the jet, yeah I got more money than her ex, oh Way more money than her ex (Oh-whoa) And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl (Oh-whoa) He ain't nothing like me, girl He ain't nothing like me, girl He ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl He ain't nothing like me, girl |
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