笨小笨Nothin Less歌词由Curren$y&Statik Selektah&YBN Cordae演唱，出自专辑《Gran Turismo (Instrumental Version)》，下面是《Nothin Less》完整版歌词！
Nothin Less歌词完整版
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, yeah, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Right here this is Statik Selektah
And drubbing and scratch records
Show off, La, la, la, la, uh
Rolls Royce doors, so tear your marble floors
White diamonds and rose gold
Beneath my purple label robe as the day unfolds
Them other siders gotta pay the toll
No passes being granted, only iron being branished
How are the sharks doing damage?
They'd rather film you dying on iPhone cameras
Then call an ambulance to grab you
Fusing lights is all that matter
That **** don’t add up to cash
But those squares will never understand us
I don't need 'em, with us in a battle
Dead weight, that only slow us up
That **** will get us tucked
I’d rather have mimosas
Shrimp and grits, window by the ocean and lunch
Cigar cutters at the table but women don't smoke blunts
Shut your mouth, youngster act like you been somewhere for once
Coasters underneath our cups
Mahogany and coffee tables, we rolling up, now who **** as us?
Analyze that **** again and see that thing close to us
Lit up in the same spot, but didn't smoke with us
We was separated by the velvet ropes and such
Only for the city's realest do they open up
Get your arm broken, try approaching us
What? What?
I'm the best
Rolling up that pleasure
Test the roll and corral us
Never nothing less
La, la, la, la, uh
I feel the pressure collapsin', no question what happens
If I ever quit rapping, know it never was passion
Lead by all my vices, struggled to live it righteous
Club hoppin', going shopping, never asked the prices
Riding Range Rovers, all my brothers remain closer
Reminisce over struggles, I know that the pain's over
Sit on Balmain sofas, with Gucci Gang loafers
Come with a lot of stress and turn into a chain smoker
Everything got its ups and downs, life is so profound
Keep my loved ones close around
’Cause I was down bad, transactions and paper brown bags
Driving ’round my old town sad
Questioning things, obstacles on the quest to my dreams
Having copped a new chain, I'm investing in bling
Money in my blood stream, I’m infected with cream
Cash rules everything, y'all just checking the scheme
'Cause like that
Rolling up that pleasure
Test the roll and corral us
Never nothing less
La, la, la, la, uh..
Never nothing less
