It's Nothing
Jermaine Dupri Song Lyrics

Feat. Da Brat and R.O.C.(JD)So So Def1(JD)For me to flip my dough, ice out the dashboardAll you Range Roves, it's nothing(Da Brat)So put jams in the tens and pentLeave a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing (JD)For me to get any chick and trick off bricks andKeep making hits, it's nothing(Da Brat)For me to lose a G and bet back threeAnd let it stack, you know me(JD)It's nothing(JD)Flat shows, up all gold to watchThis for show, I connect all the dotsSeen a lot of men, seen what I've seenBeen where I been, do you even think aboutComing hotter thanYou could find me at the T top, C T grayWit a girl no top, just blowing away, HEY!I make that, get you real pissed offSeen a chick first time throw a trick offThat Mark McGwire, outta the park big-timeDon't matter what it cost, just get it, get itLike gray flow, like gray doughWrist, ears, neck, light gray glowMake dreams come true, C.R.E.A.M. come throughFlows that don't like bass sing My BooMake ladies jump outta they panties and brasJD, babe ro, the Wizard of OzRepeat 1(Da Brat)Since we got every motherfucker wantin' to dance nowGet in the pants now, see me with them down, diggin' downI live with it, do what the fuck I wannaDa Brat bitch get drastic all by my lonesomeDon't come on real to miss, know from feeling this shitOut done cuz we outnumbered your cliqueWho's that pushing that six?  See that name on the plates?The chain?  The wrist?Hit the parties and the clubs in the Mercedes that bump my shitSwitch from trick to thug, a hundred percent pure bitchIce style, four clip, wish a nigga would slip, lights outIf a nigga ain't got four cents, I don't drop hintsStraight to the point, tell him I'm the hot kid about to rock this jointMake they jump out they boxer drawsAnd I'm Da Brat, baby, and this is for all y'allRepeat 1(R.O.C.)Yeah, yeah, now who can serve this crew is nervous?You broke by mistake, we rich on purposeWhat the word is, you heard this sober, the R O, uhYou know what?  Hold up, stop the beatR O C nigga, now drop the beatGot to be, glittery, hoes opt to meJittery, drop and give me head complimentaryUp the flow, documentary of a ghetto prolific, oh so giftedWanna floss?ROC break your bank with the inner heart the females I come acrossClose your mouth hon, I runCome across the top lip of you whores like a Got Milk? BillboardYoung mack, want that, kick back, for the flicksStack chips, stack tricks, is you wit that?Repeat 1(JD)So did we make y'all rock?For me to make y'all rockFor me to make y'all rockShit, it's nothingFor me to make y'all rockFor me to make y'all rockFor me to make y'all rockIt's nothingAhh