Nothin to Prove Jeezy
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Nothin to Prove" by Jeezy. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Intro]
Yeah
Is that a piano I hear in the background?
(I got nothin')
Turn that up for me (I got nothin')
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League (Nothin')
Yeah
I got nothin', I got nothin'
Yeah, uh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Got this NAUD yak all in my bladder (In my bladder)
Shit was cool, I got money, they got madder (Haha)
It's up there, stuck there, need a ladder
Ever see Nia Long, I'm gettin' at her (Yeah)
You know I used a kitchen fork to mix the batter
Throw it on the digit scale, I need the data (Damn)
You ain't havin' it your way, what's the matter? (What's the matter?)
Five thousand dollar bills, threw it at her (Yeah)
Met her at the blue flame, that was back in '96 (Six)
Hershey in the booth, yeah, you know he like to mix (Aye)
The folks in Alabama used to hit us with the bricks
Had your boy lookin' like he playin' for the Knicks (Haha)
Only nigga workin' in the middle of the drought
Money flowin' like I'm in the middle of the spout (Woo)
Got twenty of 'em now, said she twenty minutes out
Said, "Baby, were you worried?", I said, "I never had a doubt"
Yeah
Is that a piano I hear in the background?
(I got nothin')
Turn that up for me (I got nothin')
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League (Nothin')
Yeah
I got nothin', I got nothin'
Yeah, uh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Got this NAUD yak all in my bladder (In my bladder)
Shit was cool, I got money, they got madder (Haha)
It's up there, stuck there, need a ladder
Ever see Nia Long, I'm gettin' at her (Yeah)
You know I used a kitchen fork to mix the batter
Throw it on the digit scale, I need the data (Damn)
You ain't havin' it your way, what's the matter? (What's the matter?)
Five thousand dollar bills, threw it at her (Yeah)
Met her at the blue flame, that was back in '96 (Six)
Hershey in the booth, yeah, you know he like to mix (Aye)
The folks in Alabama used to hit us with the bricks
Had your boy lookin' like he playin' for the Knicks (Haha)
Only nigga workin' in the middle of the drought
Money flowin' like I'm in the middle of the spout (Woo)
Got twenty of 'em now, said she twenty minutes out
Said, "Baby, were you worried?", I said, "I never had a doubt"
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!