"Nu Nu" lyrics
Pretty thick bitch like nu nu
Now compare a bad bitch to a goof troop
I might spaz on a bitch, I got some loose screws
Lose bowels, boss shit when I doo-doo
When I came in the club, I was shittin' on them
When I seen them bum bitches, I was spittin' on 'em
I ain't gotta touch a bitch, I put my hitters on them
Fuck 'em everytime they see me, I've been gettin' money
I ain't trippin' on a nigga, had to boss up
Petty hoes in conversion, get you crossed up
Shook back, rolled the dice, and my numbers hit
Ran it up and then I pulled up in some other shit
Your nigga under mine, [?] look like a covenant
He gon' blow a bag, but he ain't touchin' shit
Seventeen, lemon squeeze with the 30 clip
Got it on me but I got a team to murder shit
Throwin' money, watch it fall to the floor, bitch
Money [?] big bag like you're low, bitch
Dollar bills, hit the button on them hoes
Fuckin' right, I got some more, make it wobble to the floor, bitch
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
Money real, I don't got [?], no cap
If you got a real man blowin' bands, make it clap
Can't relate to bum bitches talkin' loud in the back
Too proud for [?] another bitch crown, you a gnat
Pretty doll face, bad bitch, savage
Thick thots, came from eating cornbread and cabbage
Bitches real pressed, old toxic ass ho
Get a job and chase a bag, old gossip ass ho
Makin' moves out the country, everything foreign
Yeah, he want a hood bitch, 'cause a good bitch borin'
I'm too busy gettin' money, fuck what other bitches doin'
Only worried, get to me from my accountant when I'm tourin'
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up (Hands up)
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up (Bands up)
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up (Man up)
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up (Hands up)
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up (Bands up)
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up (Man up)
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it-
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it-
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it-
Throw it back, throw it-
(Street kings, we make music)
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-
Now compare a bad bitch to a goof troop
I might spaz on a bitch, I got some loose screws
Lose bowels, boss shit when I doo-doo
When I came in the club, I was shittin' on them
When I seen them bum bitches, I was spittin' on 'em
I ain't gotta touch a bitch, I put my hitters on them
Fuck 'em everytime they see me, I've been gettin' money
I ain't trippin' on a nigga, had to boss up
Petty hoes in conversion, get you crossed up
Shook back, rolled the dice, and my numbers hit
Ran it up and then I pulled up in some other shit
Your nigga under mine, [?] look like a covenant
He gon' blow a bag, but he ain't touchin' shit
Seventeen, lemon squeeze with the 30 clip
Got it on me but I got a team to murder shit
Throwin' money, watch it fall to the floor, bitch
Money [?] big bag like you're low, bitch
Dollar bills, hit the button on them hoes
Fuckin' right, I got some more, make it wobble to the floor, bitch
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
Money real, I don't got [?], no cap
If you got a real man blowin' bands, make it clap
Can't relate to bum bitches talkin' loud in the back
Too proud for [?] another bitch crown, you a gnat
Pretty doll face, bad bitch, savage
Thick thots, came from eating cornbread and cabbage
Bitches real pressed, old toxic ass ho
Get a job and chase a bag, old gossip ass ho
Makin' moves out the country, everything foreign
Yeah, he want a hood bitch, 'cause a good bitch borin'
I'm too busy gettin' money, fuck what other bitches doin'
Only worried, get to me from my accountant when I'm tourin'
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up (Hands up)
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up (Bands up)
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up (Man up)
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
If you a nigga gettin' money, put your hands up (Hands up)
Make it rain on a bitch and run them bands up (Bands up)
Take you, when she throw it back, nigga, man up (Man up)
Get that money, all the bad bitches stand up
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it-
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it-
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it-
Throw it back, throw it-
(Street kings, we make music)
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-, throw it-, throw it-
Throw it-
Writer(s): Aaliyah Keef
