Paper Route Empire - Nothing To Me lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] Ayy, yo, BandPlay Paper Route Frank Band, Band It's Dolph [Chorus: Young Dolph] These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah) [Verse 1: Young Dolph] I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes Now she su*kin' on me (Woo) Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me ni**a, I'm bustin' for me (Fire) I went and got it and put my tax on it ni**a, I don't do nothin' for free (b*tch) The double R truck sit in front of the mansion I cashed out four hunnid Gs (b*tch) You catch a body, I'm gon' pay the bail and thе lawyer It's nothin' to me (For real, though) I'm a rich ni**a, I'm greedy as fu*k So I gеt what I want and I need (For real, though) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me In twenty-four hours, sold a hunnid Ps (A hundo) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me Can't fu*k with a dog b*tch, she give you fleas (b*tch) Just a street ni**a with millions on deck (Frank) Too many chains, this sh*t hurtin' my neck (Damn) Courtside, watchin' the Lakers and Nets (Yeah) When I'm in the air, only time that I rest I can't be trickin' on none of these b*tches I'm with my grandma, count a mill' on the check (Ayy) I can sell dope out any apartment in my hood 'Cause that's where they love me at [Chorus: Young Dolph] These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah) [Post-Chorus: Young Dolph & Snupe Bandz] I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes Now she su*kin' on me (Woo) She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass She probably fu*kin' on me (Maybe) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah, Bandz) [Verse 2: Snupe Bandz] These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me Came in the game, knockin' sh*t out, Muhammad Ali I stay fly like a bu*terfly, sting like a bee Got my own style, there won't ever be another me (Nah) Too much sauce, young ni**a got the recipe, yeah (Too much) Big drip, nah, I like it thirty shots in my clip (Nah) Hit 'em with the Drac', it gon' take a ni**a limb (Bah, bah) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah) I came in the game with a bag (Big bag) Cashed out on the bag, then run with Pateks Never goin' back, bruh, I left that sh*t up in the past (Nah) I ain't stoppin' for the boy 'cause the coupe too fast (Skrrt, I'm gone) Call me John Cena 'cause these ni**as ain't see me Nothin' like these ni**as, I'm alien, E.T. (E.T.) Ice on my neck poppin' out like 3-D, yeah (Ice) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me on my worst day I get the cake, every day, it's my birthday (Cake) K with the mop, shake the spot like a earthquake (Murder) See, murder with me in the coupe with a Drac' (Drac') Usually in the cut with a dirty K (Dirty K) Usually get by, you won't get away (Nah) Choppers on deck and a young ni**a paid (A young ni**a paid) [Chorus: Young Dolph & Snupe Bandz] These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (On the gang) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (On the mob) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (On the gang) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (On the mob) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (On the gang) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Murder) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Murder) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Murder) [Post-Chorus: Young Dolph & PaperRoute Woo] I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes Now she su*kin' on me (Woo) She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass She probably fu*kin' on me (Maybe) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh, on gang) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh, on gang) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah, on gang) [Verse 3: PaperRotue Woo] These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nope) Twenty K, it ain't nothin' to me (It's not) Youngins with me, they be bustin' for me (Fire) VVSs, it's the closest for me (Bling blaow) You tricking' off, I done fu*ked her for free (No cap) Bad b*tch, she gon' su*k it for me (su*k it for me) Js on, ni**a, fu*k the release (fu*k the release) Glocks on me, ni**a, it's a .23 (Fire) Still trappin', I can't get out the street (Nope) Take a trip to Cali' every other week Buy a car, ni**a, every other month (Every other) Pay up the plug, I ain't doin' no fronts (No fronts) Shoot first, I ain't doin' no runnin' At the Clearport with a whole lotta money (Whole lotta) At the Clearport with a whole lotta racks (Racks) A whole lotta bands (Bands) One man army, I don't need no man (No man) Got it out the mud, I ain't need no hand (No hand) Took my first trip, just me and my plan Trashed up .40 and the G Route pants (G Route pants) Look at my chain, kill you and your man (You and your man) Copped the Glock when the G5 land (G5 land) Drop the top tryna get a little tan (Yeah) Spin the block, ain't have to spin it again (On gang) [Chorus: Young Dolph] These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah) [Post-Chorus: Young Dolph &] I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes Now she su*kin' on me (Woo) She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass She probably fu*kin' on me (Maybe) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These b*tches ain't nothin' to me (Uh-uh) These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me (Nah)