| Song | Talkin Bout Nothing |
| Artist | Rasheeda |
| Album | Boss B*tch Music Vol. 4 |
| [Verse 1: Big KRIT] | |
| Ever since I was a youngin' up in my grandmomma's house | |
| Watchin "The Mack", reciting it back, like, "Boy what you talkin' 'bout" | |
| Droppin' a switch, hittin' a lick | |
| Trynna get rich off in this bitch | |
| Droppin' my top, I'm poppin my trunk | |
| I’m whippin' my wheel like I’m whippin' my grits | |
| These niggas ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real | |
| These niggas is frauds | |
| Most these haters been cuffing, crushing, loving all on they broads | |
| So I pull up car, slam a do’, break a ho down | |
| Run her throat 'til it's sore, pass that ho 'round | |
| I say hold up, damn KRIT that's fucked up, I know it | |
| They say hold up, damn, KRIT let's pour up, I four it | |
| I’m feeling good, feeling great, how are you? | |
| So much bass when I pop my tape | |
| Can’t feel my face, can you feel yours too? | |
| I got this here, I got this here | |
| Might have to chop that up | |
| Her pussy wet, she swab the dick | |
| Might have to mop that up | |
| She say what’s happenin'?, I’m trynna fuck | |
| Might have to prop that up | |
| Bop that up, cock that up | |
| Don’t act all shocked, bitch, slop that up | |
| [Hook] | |
| I need that | |
| I want that | |
| I’m 'bout that | |
| What’s happenin? | |
| I seen that | |
| I bought that | |
| I own that | |
| I’m snappin' | |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing | |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho | |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing | |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho | |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing | |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho | |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing | |
| That I can’t do, that you done done that I ain’t did | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho, ain’t into that | |
| Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho, I give her back | |
| Cut her slack, let her go, cause she was in the VI | |
| Ain’t like I be askin' for attention when I be out | |
| So much tint that I can’t see y'all, stressin' busses with they feet out | |
| If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin', well, you should keep out | |
| Shoot the kind of bill, when they buss it gotta be by | |
| She ain’t gotta beg, if she lookin' I can see | |
| Right on they V I drop yo tea top, haters tend to leave out | |
| The bottles servin', poppin', shawty look at all that we got | |
| Look at all that we on, tell them bloggers be gone | |
| Fuck wutchu been talkin bout, they couch I put my feet on | |
| Ain't no blood for these haters, ain't no love for these fakes | |
| I was born in the country, I ain’t trippin on a snake | |
| I been fishing for some bitches, all I ever had was bait | |
| If you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my bass | |
| [Hook] |
| Verse 1: Big KRIT | |
| Ever since I was a youngin' up in my grandmomma' s house | |
| Watchin " The Mack", reciting it back, like, " Boy what you talkin' ' bout" | |
| Droppin' a switch, hittin' a lick | |
| Trynna get rich off in this bitch | |
| Droppin' my top, I' m poppin my trunk | |
| I' m whippin' my wheel like I' m whippin' my grits | |
| These niggas ain' t shit, these niggas ain' t real | |
| These niggas is frauds | |
| Most these haters been cuffing, crushing, loving all on they broads | |
| So I pull up car, slam a do', break a ho down | |
| Run her throat ' til it' s sore, pass that ho ' round | |
| I say hold up, damn KRIT that' s fucked up, I know it | |
| They say hold up, damn, KRIT let' s pour up, I four it | |
| I' m feeling good, feeling great, how are you? | |
| So much bass when I pop my tape | |
| Can' t feel my face, can you feel yours too? | |
| I got this here, I got this here | |
| Might have to chop that up | |
| Her pussy wet, she swab the dick | |
| Might have to mop that up | |
| She say what' s happenin'?, I' m trynna fuck | |
| Might have to prop that up | |
| Bop that up, cock that up | |
| Don' t act all shocked, bitch, slop that up | |
| Hook | |
| I need that | |
| I want that | |
| I' m ' bout that | |
| What' s happenin? | |
| I seen that | |
| I bought that | |
| I own that | |
| I' m snappin' | |
| Yall niggas ain' t talkin bout nothing | |
| Not a thing, not anot a thing ho | |
| Yall niggas ain' t talkin bout nothing | |
| Not a thing, not anot a thing ho | |
| Yall niggas ain' t talkin bout nothing | |
| Not a thing, not anot a thing ho | |
| Yall niggas ain' t talkin bout nothing | |
| That I can' t do, that you done done that I ain' t did | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Ain' t nobody trippin' on yo ho, ain' t into that | |
| Ain' t nobody trippin' on yo ho, I give her back | |
| Cut her slack, let her go, cause she was in the VI | |
| Ain' t like I be askin' for attention when I be out | |
| So much tint that I can' t see y' all, stressin' busses with they feet out | |
| If you ain' t suckin' or fuckin', well, you should keep out | |
| Shoot the kind of bill, when they buss it gotta be by | |
| She ain' t gotta beg, if she lookin' I can see | |
| Right on they V I drop yo tea top, haters tend to leave out | |
| The bottles servin', poppin', shawty look at all that we got | |
| Look at all that we on, tell them bloggers be gone | |
| Fuck wutchu been talkin bout, they couch I put my feet on | |
| Ain' t no blood for these haters, ain' t no love for these fakes | |
| I was born in the country, I ain' t trippin on a snake | |
| I been fishing for some bitches, all I ever had was bait | |
| If you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my bass | |
| Hook |