Nothin to Prove Songtext
von Jeezy

Yeah
Is that a piano I hear in the background?
I got nothin′
Turn it up for me
I got nothin'
J.U.S.T.I.C.E.
League
Nothin′
Yeah
I got nothin', I got nothin'
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Got the ′nac yak all in my bladder
Shit was cool, I got money, they got madder
It′s up there, stuck there, need a ladder
Ever see Nia Long gettin' madder?
You know I use the kitchen fork to mix the batter
Throw it on the digit scale, I need the data
You ain′t havin' it your way, what′s the matter?


Five thousand dollar bills, threw it at her
Met her at the Blue Flame, that was back in '96
Hearsey in the booth, yeah, you know he like to mix
Her folks in Alabama used to hit us with the bricks
Had your boy lookin′ like he playin' for the Knicks
Only nigga workin' in the middle of the drought
Money flowin′ like I′m in the middle of the spout
Got twenty of 'em now, said she twenty minutes out
Said, "Baby, were you worried?" I said, "I never had a doubt"
Nothin′
I got nothin' to prove
I got nothin′, I got nothin', I got nothin′
I said nothin'
I got nothin' to prove
I got nothin′, I got nothin′, I got nothin'
Ain′t shit to prove, nigga, what more can I say?
Got a million hits, nigga, what more can they play?
Catch me at Carbone's when I′m in the M-I-A
Known me my whole life and he don't know where I stay
I ain′t got shit to prove to none of these niggas
Far as I'm concerned, shit, I'm done with these niggas
Raised all of ′em, I done sonned a few niggas
Do a background check on every one of you niggas
And I ain′t never ran off on nobody
Gettin' money′s mine, nigga, what's your hobby?
White Lexus back then, nigga, woah, kemosabe
Mr
Red Roof Inn, serve a nigga in the lobby
Once upon a time there was a snitch named Bobby
He was an informant, yeah, Bobby was a rat
Straight from Unionville, nigga, right across the track
Set my main man up, I′ma leave that at that
Nothin'
I got nothin′ to prove
I got nothin', I got nothin', I got nothin′
I said nothin′
I got nothin' to prove
I got nothin′, I got nothin', I got nothin′