That Ain't Nothing - Master P

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