"Nobody Fuckin Wit Us" lyrics
[Intro:]
(EBlessedMe)
[BlueBucksClan DJ:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, whole city know (Yeah, they know)
Kitchen floor, bet a thousand on the ten-or-four (Ten-or-four)
Fly every day, I could've shot a video (Yeah, I could've, Cypress)
Foreign ridin' up high, but I'm sittin' low (Yeah, I'm low)
Told the valet nigga don't slam this Bentley door (Don't slam my door)
It's too cold, yeah, I'm finna grab my Fendi coat (Wear my coat)
Bitches sayin' they got niggas, bet I hit 'em, though (Still here)
Walkin' in these big shoes, but I fit 'em, though (Still fit)
Too much money, it can't fit in no fuckin' wallet (Yeah)
All these kicks, I can't fit in no fuckin' closet (They can't fit)
Expensive-ass black belt, think I know karate (I know karate)
Feel like Future, my bitch bad and she know pilates (She know pilates)
Pretty-ass face and she got the perfect body (Yeah, she perfect)
Ain't no service in the hills, how you finna find me? (Ain't no service)
Labels ain't talkin' no mils, how you finna sign me? (Ain't no mil')
Four thousand dollar bills when we finish dining (Yeah, we eatin')
[Jeeezy:]
I just bought her them Diors, is you finished whining?
Let these lil' niggas talk, alright, you finished lying?
I'm tryna marry all my bitches like I'm Frankie Lymon
She tryna suck it on the road, can I finish driving?
Tried to turn and spilled my juice, hit the fuckin' island
Twelve hundred on these kicks, got me walkin' violent
Ain't no fans at your shows, yeah, your shows silent
Bitches don't wanna fuck with y'all, why you cryin'?
My bitch mad 'cause I don't listen, yeah, I'm too defiant
Walk in this bitch and make a banger, it ain't rocket science
Turn a blower to Houdini when the cops behind us
Yeah, she left when I was broke, she tryna make it up
Told that bitch to suck it first, you gotta wake it up
It's a couple bad bitches I can't wait to fuck
High ceilings at the crib, this shit gated up
Told the bitch you gotta cook and clean to stay with us
(EBlessedMe)
[BlueBucksClan DJ:]
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us, whole city know (Yeah, they know)
Kitchen floor, bet a thousand on the ten-or-four (Ten-or-four)
Fly every day, I could've shot a video (Yeah, I could've, Cypress)
Foreign ridin' up high, but I'm sittin' low (Yeah, I'm low)
Told the valet nigga don't slam this Bentley door (Don't slam my door)
It's too cold, yeah, I'm finna grab my Fendi coat (Wear my coat)
Bitches sayin' they got niggas, bet I hit 'em, though (Still here)
Walkin' in these big shoes, but I fit 'em, though (Still fit)
Too much money, it can't fit in no fuckin' wallet (Yeah)
All these kicks, I can't fit in no fuckin' closet (They can't fit)
Expensive-ass black belt, think I know karate (I know karate)
Feel like Future, my bitch bad and she know pilates (She know pilates)
Pretty-ass face and she got the perfect body (Yeah, she perfect)
Ain't no service in the hills, how you finna find me? (Ain't no service)
Labels ain't talkin' no mils, how you finna sign me? (Ain't no mil')
Four thousand dollar bills when we finish dining (Yeah, we eatin')
[Jeeezy:]
I just bought her them Diors, is you finished whining?
Let these lil' niggas talk, alright, you finished lying?
I'm tryna marry all my bitches like I'm Frankie Lymon
She tryna suck it on the road, can I finish driving?
Tried to turn and spilled my juice, hit the fuckin' island
Twelve hundred on these kicks, got me walkin' violent
Ain't no fans at your shows, yeah, your shows silent
Bitches don't wanna fuck with y'all, why you cryin'?
My bitch mad 'cause I don't listen, yeah, I'm too defiant
Walk in this bitch and make a banger, it ain't rocket science
Turn a blower to Houdini when the cops behind us
Yeah, she left when I was broke, she tryna make it up
Told that bitch to suck it first, you gotta wake it up
It's a couple bad bitches I can't wait to fuck
High ceilings at the crib, this shit gated up
Told the bitch you gotta cook and clean to stay with us
