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fergie - like it ain' nuttin' (edited version) lyrics

[intro]
ay, ay
(whoo-ooh!)
ay, ay
my mic sounds nice (check one)
my mic sounds nice (check two)
my mic sounds nice (check three)

[pre-chorus]
whatcha gonna do when i step in the room?
bet you all ballers gon’ rock to the tune
bet you all ballers rock to the tune
get down to the beat and rock to the tune
whatcha gonna do when i step in the place?
bet ya errbody gon’ rock to the b-ss
bet ya errbody gon’ rock to the b-ss

[chorus]
i, i get money all day, baby
like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
spend that money, baby
like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
all day, all day, baby
like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
roll up in the ghost, baby
like it ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
n-nada, not, not a d-mn thing

[verse 1]
swimming in green
diamond on the neck, got a diamond on the ring
cash rules everything around me (c.r.e.a.m.)
dollar, dollar bills all around me (mean)
i don’t mean to brag, i don’t mean to boast
i didn’t mean to roll up to the club in the ghost
i didn’t mean to pull out a bottle of the mo’
do the champagne shower, spray, spraying on the clothes
i didn’t mean to hurt ’em, i didn’t mean to k!ll ’em
i didn’t mean to make 10, 20, 100 million
and ever since i made it, i’ve been murdering on the ceiling
i know why they be hating, ’cause i be top billin’
and now i’m cold, cool and cold, chilling like a villain
they feeling my diamonds, the gold on my grillin’
i smile like i swallowed a jeweler
i’m ill and i’m sick with the paper, my bank keep on filling, uh

[verse 2]
swimming in lou
swimming in fashion, gotta stay cute
i k!ll ’em if i show ’em my birthday suit
i k!ll ’em when i roll up in my merce’ coupe
i don’t mean to show off, i don’t mean to floss
i don’t mean to be the head chick and a boss
i didn’t mean to buy up the whole d-mn bar
i didn’t mean to spend it like what, what it cost?
i didn’t mean to whip out the keys to the city
i didn’t mean to dress so fresh and pretty
i’m talkin’ ’bout my ladies, rub on your pretties
yeah, i said it, rub on your pretties
ladies, rub on your cuties
yeah, heard me, i said it, rub on your cuties
i don’t mean to hang with these ladies with booties
we loud and we crazy like we in a movie

- fergie lyrics

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