Jim Jones - Ain't Nothing Else lyrics

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Jim Jones - Ain't Nothing Else lyrics

[Intro:] Ain't nothing else to do, yeah Ain't nothing else to do [Chorus:] Ain't nothing else to do but get paper I still get the call from my up north n***as I ain't had no time to write a letter to you I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do I still come through drop top no roof I still see the hatin' man the hate is in you Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper [Verse 1: Trav] Taking all these d** so I could stay up Remember plenty nights that I would't wake up Praying on my God to get my weight up No 9 to 5 for no paper I would rather hustle get this yayo Hoping one day that it pay off They don't see me how I see you Free Rock, free Body Free Rich, free Twin Free Dove, free Ty Ty Them my n***as till the end Last time my homie going in, here we go again I gotta get this paper Everyday I win [Chorus:] Ain't nothing else to do but get paper I still get the call from my up north n***as I ain't had no time to write a letter to you I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do I still come through drop top no roof I still see the hatin' man the hate is in you Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Think about the times that I had my rights read to me Few n***as I was scared they might bring feds to me Had to switch it up had my whole life ahead of me Think about Light can't forget what he said to me He told me get money stop selling d** It didn't make sense until I stopped selling d** And then we started selling raps like we was selling d** And then I bought cars didn't know where the ceiling was Sport cars show you what a quarter million does In a room full of hate tryna feel the love But, ready to step it up though If I ain't got the hammer steal a n***a like a klepto sh**, drop a bag and k** a n***a like muerto Young n***a had a ulcer from the XO sh**, these young n***as show em culture like it's strep throat Woah, it's too deep something you might not catch though [Chorus:] Ain't nothing else to do but get paper I still get the call from my up north n***as I ain't had no time to write a letter to you I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do I still come through drop top no roof I still see the hatin' man the hate is in you Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper [Verse 3: King Jigg] South Beach in Miami blowing them bands Heard we was stunting in the Masi like damn He just want a couple flicks from the gram A package and a pinky free my n***as in the can Feds scoop the cheese they talking kingpin charge Tryna give him 25 with a L in the yard I miss my lil brodie AR I told him fall back but he wanted to go hard sh** got hot I told him to cool off Caught him by them crackers in Maine where they go off Still getting it shipped by them boat yard Had him snorting lines by the bar with the coast guard [Bridge: Trav] My n***as go retarded yellow school bus You don't want me call up my young shooter Drive-bys out the uber EMS coming scoop ya [Chorus:] Ain't nothing else to do but get paper I still get the call from my up north n***as I ain't had no time to write a letter to you I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper Ain't nothing else to do I still come through drop top no roof I still see the hatin' man the hate is in you Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do Ain't nothing else to do but get paper

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