You Ain't Seen Nothin Songtext / Lyric

Did y'all expect us? No, uh

Bitches, can y'all get naked?

That's right



Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see

Fa so la ti, it's chi chi

Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me

Talks to eat shit, wanna sleep with it



Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress

Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so

Everything drop platinum or gold

And the whole world know



I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher

And I don't feel bad when I crush ya

Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all

With shit that's gon' make niggas forget y'all



You feel me dog? I'm a C H I, multi

And I live and die for the whole pie

You can call it what you want

I'm a motherfuckin' vet






And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

And all we about is them dollar dollar bills



And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

And all we about is them dollar dollar bills



You know that Na Na got the heater shit

That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit

Niggas talkin' about they six wanna see this shit

Knowin' half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch



From NY to the west side

Motherfuckers keep me in the best ride

38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less, I come off

With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off



Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck

I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch

And everything I rocks with

Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky



Got to bank this to even see me half naked

Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci

Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price

Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin'



And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

And all we about is them dollar dollar bills



And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

And all we about is them dollar dollar bills



I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino

And keep the semi glock, where ever me go

I stay ruger ready, or either Smith and Wesson

And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested



So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?

I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear

Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen

Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cuz the baguettes glisten



I want the whole three dozen and with that drama, biz

Well, it all depends on how ill your na na is

Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?

But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?



Now you can be up in the west and do it my way

Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA

Wanna ball, well, let's bounce, get the heat and the scale

Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell



And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

And all we about is them dollar dollar bills



And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet

It's that platinum shit, that's all we get

So let it be known that it's all for real

And all we about is them dollar dollar bills



Turn it up

The Hoo Banger, Mack 10

The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown

And the homie JD, the don chi chi

We got the Recipe, break it down