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Ain't A Thing (feat. Remo The Hitmaker)
by Dub Aura
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It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
M-m-money ain't a thang to me
Ain't know money ain't a thang to me
I write raps with glitter from Mike glove
Shiny like vids from Hype was
Trust me, they never was like Dub
I run it up so much I'm starting to need ice tubs
Think you one of us but homie ya' light love
Pardon my ways, I be hogging my lane
I go Paris, party for days, Faure Le' Page
But that ain't nothing but a thang to me
I let money machines sing to me like
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah, Ooooh)
That's how it feel when I'm back at it
I might back the Bach out and double back at it
Don't make me Savion Glover and go tap at it like
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
M-m-money ain't a thang to me
Ain't know money ain't a thang to me
I might give her shots of 42 like Dug, homie I'm paid
It get a little strange, we super charging the Range
This one is for the gang, Put diamonds all in our chains
What I'm saying, this a real nigga parade
I stayed afloat, you might want to get your doe up
Mine is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh'd up
Damn there out the rear trunk when I roll up
Funny, they don't think that you the bomb 'til you blow up
You know what, Rubber duck Bottega, You haters done
Made us so famous, It some paper, we serve them like waiters
Niggas know the name
Tell them money ain't a thang
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
M-m-money ain't a thang to me
Ain't know money ain't a thang to me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
M-m-money ain't a thang to me
Ain't know money ain't a thang to me
I write raps with glitter from Mike glove
Shiny like vids from Hype was
Trust me, they never was like Dub
I run it up so much I'm starting to need ice tubs
Think you one of us but homie ya' light love
Pardon my ways, I be hogging my lane
I go Paris, party for days, Faure Le' Page
But that ain't nothing but a thang to me
I let money machines sing to me like
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah, Ooooh)
That's how it feel when I'm back at it
I might back the Bach out and double back at it
Don't make me Savion Glover and go tap at it like
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
M-m-money ain't a thang to me
Ain't know money ain't a thang to me
I might give her shots of 42 like Dug, homie I'm paid
It get a little strange, we super charging the Range
This one is for the gang, Put diamonds all in our chains
What I'm saying, this a real nigga parade
I stayed afloat, you might want to get your doe up
Mine is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh'd up
Damn there out the rear trunk when I roll up
Funny, they don't think that you the bomb 'til you blow up
You know what, Rubber duck Bottega, You haters done
Made us so famous, It some paper, we serve them like waiters
Niggas know the name
Tell them money ain't a thang
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
It ain't nothing but a thang to me
Got your bitch going crazy
And the money ain't a thang to me
Everybody in the hood love me
M-m-money ain't a thang to me
Ain't know money ain't a thang to me
