6ix9ine - NADA

She talkin' nada like it's drama, bitch, this ain't what you want
Tell 'em how you got the bag, you let all them niggas fuck
They see me ballin', ballin', yeah lil' 6ix keep talkin', talkin', uh
I'm Michael Jackson in these streets, cause I'm moon walkin', walkin', uh
She off the Henny, she off the Casamigos, keep pourin' pourin' up
He keep callin', callin', tell him you don't got your phone, you lost it, uh
I ain't with the he say, she say
Can't get caught on three-way
She for the streets, freeway (Mama)
I don't care what she say (Skrt)
I ain't with he say, she say, she say, he say, boy, 6ix9ine said what?
You said he said, she said, she said? Man, I still don't give a fuck
She got that bubble-bubble double trouble, know that we gone fuck
She got the double trouble pussy, humble girl, that big old butt
She got that humpty-dumpty, rocky, rumpy might run out of nut
She got that sloppy, woppy, hossy, taki, suck me like a slut