Don Cook - Nothing Left lyrics

[Hook - Jordan Williams & (Don Cook)] Ain't nothing left Ain't nothing left Ain't nothing left Ain't nothing left (Ain't nothing left but a long vacation) (Ain't nothing left but an, "Aye, y'all made it!") (Ain't nothing left but to face y'all haters) (Ain't nothing left but a game dominated) (Ain't nothing left) (Ain't nothing left) (Ain't nothing left) (Ain't nothing left) Ain't nothing left but your head as my plaque Ain't nothing left but the fire on the track Ain't nothing left but the Grammys and the racks, boy Ain't nothing left but my city on my back [Verse 1 - Don Cook] Ran circles 'round the top 10 If you haters wanna settle You can wait until the papers say I dropped dead I am not playing with you motherf**ers Everything that we've been saying We've been saying with no f** at all Undercover with your lady with no rubber on We be going extra slow cause I am known to say the wrong type of thing That makes the ladies wanna cut me off So I say f** 'em all And I mean f** 'em all Hunnid on a date but then the bae don't wanna mess with me And I've been thinking 'bout it lately But I never wanna battle with my demons 'Less your man is pushing seventy You looking heavenly That's cause you're dead to me [Verse 2 - Jordan Williams] Goddamn that Jordan, they call him Mr. 23 Kicked back, blowing loud like a referee k**ing these hating-a** n***as, may they rest in peace He ain't talking money, he ain't saying that sh** to me A ma'f**ing savage, only thing I love is cabbage Grind hard for the paper and ain't breaking any habits Spend it cause I never had it When I see it, I'mma grab it f**ed the game raw, ain't called back And now that sh** got baggage, n***a Rap game, 'finna k** that sh** Facts man, taking shots, I don't feel that sh** Insane bruh, and we run a train on the game We ain't playing, f** you saying? n***a, we spitting the trillest sh** [Bridge - Jordan Williams & (Don Cook)] Who it is 'finna be the next thing banging? Who it is 'finna have the whole set claiming: We the next thing coming, we the best thing running Wanna test? That's funny, cause we keep it one-hunnit, n***a (Run it back on a jet-plane) (If your mother wanna play, it be on wet paint) (Cause I'm the best thing cumming on her chest) (Stay f**ing, uh) (We obliterate the game, ain't nothing left) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jordan Williams & Don Cook] We ain't f**ing with the weak sh** Got your head on my plaque Got my city on my back With a mean whip Bars beast, f** around and unleash it Got 'em foaming from the teeth dawg, seen Vick? Money hungry cause the team wanna eat bread Never sunny, so it seem like the tree dead Buddy running from the jump, see my feet bled Month ten for the sneaker, see my feet red Buck ten on the freeway, f** 'Nuff said, what the beat say? Duck! Get low, let the heat spray, tututut Ten toes, motherf**er, dug a deep grave n***a geeked, on the beach, call it D-Day These days 'errbody let the tree blaze Weed maze, running through, but we keep straight And all this chiefing got me wheezing like I'm T-Pain And I know it don't seem like a good time Hood time, back to wish a n***a would time In due time, we'll be sipping on some rare wine For the crown, now we gunning at your hairline Paralyzed, I stare in the eyes of Lucifer Telling lies, ain't no second tries, I'm shooting first If there's money in your wallet, then I'll loot your purse And if not, better call it, that or choose a hearse [Bridge] [Hook]