Jermaine Dupri - You Ain't Seen Nothin lyrics

[JD talking] (Foxy Brown) (Uh.) Did y'all expect us? (No no.) b**hes, can y'all get naked? (That's right!) [JD] Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see Fa so la ti, it's chi chi Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know I'm that playboy J, doin it my way like Usher And I don't feel bad when I crush ya Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all With sh** that's gon make n***as forget y'all You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi And I live and die for the whole pie You can call it what you want, I'm a motherf**in vet [Hook:] [Mack 10] (JD) {Foxy Brown} X 2 (And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!) It's that platinum sh**, that's all we get So let it be known that it's all for real {And all we about is them dollar dollar bills!} [Foxy Brown] You know that Na Na got the heater sh** That uh, everybody wanna eat her sh** n***as talkin about they six wanna see this sh** Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this b**h ]From NY to the west side, motherf**ers keep me in the best ride 38 chest size, ain't f**in less I come off With like 30 G's easy once the n***a dead off sh**, never trust sh**, I gives a f** I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock b**h And everything I rocks with Either pops sh** or f** a n***a topless, y'all hoes finky Got to bank this to even see me half naked Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin [Hook] X 2 [Mack 10] (Foxy Brown) I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino And keep the semi Glock, where ever me go I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested So where you wanna meet at playa, over here? I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen Put your shades on when you peep the Lex cuz the baugettes glisten (I want the whole three dozen And with that drama, biz) Well it all depends on how ill your na na is Can you go O-T with a few and a gun? But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one? Now you can be up in the west and do it my way Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell [Hook] X 2 [Mack 10 talking] The Hoo Banger, Mack 10 The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown And the homie JD, the don chi chi We got the Recipe, break it down