That Ain't Nothing

Yeah
You ain’t gotta go to no car lot
Come and shop at the garage
Nephew
I need to borrow a couple million from you
You know how we do it
(Chorus: Master P)
That’s how he doin' it
That’s how she doin' it
That ain’t nothing whodi I see how yall doin' it
That’s how he doin' it
That’s how she doin' it
Whodi that ain’t nothing I see how yall doin' it
That’s how he doin' it
That’s how she doin' it
Whodi that ain’t nothing I see how yall doin' it
(Verse 1: Silkk + Master P)
Clap your hands doors come up
Clap twice the motor start up
Guys givin' a concert when they run up
You see it when the car and the truck’s done up
No Limit man we run the south
Got my own clothes coming out
Fly to France look just for lunch
Condor if I say more than a month
All my rides they be chromed up
TVs yep phoned up
Out the country when I wanna chill
Ninety-six inches on the wheels
(Verse 2: Master P]
I got a house with some marble floors
And my ceiling it be solid gold
On my bed I got mink sheets
And my mom live 'cross the street
Ghetto kids call me Santa Claus
Cuz every Christmas I break 'em off
I got the new rims that keep spinnin'
On the truck the Benz and the Bentley
I got a Goochey helicopter
And if I get sick I got a private doctor
See me on Forbes I own the tank
Came on out of money I own the bank
I even ball in the NBA
And might buy the (team's next mate?)
P Miller on my shirt and pants
And my speakers say the same thing
(Verse 3: Romeo + Master P)
Richie Rich be my nickname
Ice cubes on my wristband
Hit the mall the girls scream and holler
Got a white dog named Dollar
Platnium car with my name on it
Got a car the paint change on it
Got a butler got my own waiter
Thirteen and got my own label
Got a 2005 Lexus
Even got my own house in Texas
(Verse 4: Curren$y + Master P)
Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz
Then I bought four for my friends
Hit the club on twenty inches
I’m about to pay everybody admission
Cops took my lil' partna to jail
Hit him with a million dollar bail
I’ma have him home in a day
My money longer than the interstate
I’m on stage got 'em goin' wild
Throw a hundred Gs in the crowd
I wrecked my Jag last Friday
Got another one in my driveway
(Outro: Master P)
That-that-that-that ain’t nothing
That ain’t nothing
That-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-that ain’t nothing
That ain’t-that ain’t nothing
That ain’t nothing