Nothing to Something lyrics

by

The Game


[Hook]
A dollar and a dream
Get it by any means
Started with a couple n*ggas loyal to a team
Hard work, it was once a dream
Won it all my n*gga, I’m all about the cream
From nothing to something
Nothing to something
Broke as a joke, them n*ggas would think it was funny
Nothing to something
From nothing to something
How we them n*ggas on the boulevard who run it

[Verse 1]
From nothing to something
To frequently stuntin’
Used to diss me now them b*tches be easily f*ckin’
No use for the bucket, I’m whippin’ a Phantom
Still I know who get it cheap out of Little Havana
Keep it kosher n*ggas, know who be totin bananas
Wet your block up, give a f*ck if you holdin’ umbrellas
Watch the n*ggas you around cuz most of em’ jealous
Pillow talkin’ with them b*tches could be repercussions
No pity for weak, we playin’ for keeps
Put feet on the jeep and ride with that piece on the seat
No sleep when it’s beef here, don’t trust the ho from the streets
n*ggas set you up and act like they one of your peeps
I got it from nothing, to money in bundles
Don’t give a f*ck if n*ggas owe me a couple of hundred
I need that, I’m talkin’ asap
Got this sh*t off the muscle, I’m talkin’ way back
Middle finger to you n*ggas, b*tches you hatin’ ass
Only reason I come through stuntin’ with paper tags
Yellow diamonds be shining, know how to pay back
You n*ggas boring, I whipped the foreign, it’s ace back
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Chasing that money still to church on the Sunday
Hustling foreigns, upgrade you swagger from bummy
Still got that pistol tucked by the waist and the tummy
f*cking these b*tches, still they can’t get nothing from me
Rolling on Forgiato's in route to the paper
Let the wrist, ain’t got the window to f*ck up a hater
Let’s get ‘em p*ssed, look at my latest b*tch
You would think Beyonce riden with me in the whip
b*tch we the business, couple million
Swimmin’ in f*ck what you think or you feelin’
Hustle hard, so potent with bars
Still whippin’ them cars, don’t know what’s in the garage
I’m rich ya, crib got a view and a maid
She cook what I crave, wake up to water and waves
It’s boss livin’, pimpin’, you with it or not
Whole team balling, b*tches you f*ckin’ or not?
Rollie on me, got more rocks than a crack-head
26’s on the jeep its sitting bow legged
I got what I needed, consistently dreamin’
Lookin’ at a hustler dog if you never seen it

[Hook]
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