conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called You Ain’t Got Nuthin with the following description: Lil Wayne, Fabolous, and Juelz Santana drop their signature punchlines over the hard synths provided by The Alchemist, who sampled the intro from the 1981 track “I’m Lucky” by Joan Armatrading:
  
  
  
  The Alchemist provided some background information on the track in an interview with Complex:
  I sent it to him to get on it and then he said, ‘I’d like to use it on my album’ and I made the wise decision to agree. […] A lot of beats that I use people don’t see the light [the first time I play it]. Sometimes I gotta do a Jedi-Mind trick. That’s what happened with this song. That was supposed to be for my album, even Juelz and Fab got on that for my album because they weren’t fucking with it like that. I sent that to Fab and said, ‘Can you get on this for my album?’ He recorded it and then said, ‘Nah I want to keep it.’
  Juelz talked about how he got involved in the track:
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Fabolous]
  Yes!
  What it look like, Alc'?
  I'm tryna show these niggas, man
  It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!)
  Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!)
  [Verse 1: Fabolous]
  Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes)
  And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon)
  Kermit, you better think before you ribbit
  Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it
  I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah)
  Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah)
  Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp
  Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha)
  It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?)
  'Cause your boy just stay above the game
  They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame
  But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha
  Go 'head, nigga, say another name
  Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games
  And 
  I'ma Git You Sucka
  , I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right)
  Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that 
  Major Payne
   in (Oh)
  My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah)
  Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna
  Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta
  You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga
  You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!)
  I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!)
  The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired
  So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab [Chorus: Lil Wayne & 
  Juelz Santana
  ]
  Ugh, I get money like a muh'fucka
  Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
  I got everything, you got nothing
  But you ain't got nothing on me
  Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka (
  Mr. HD
  )
  Yeah, money you ain't never see (
  High definition
  )
  Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (
  That's how I'm coming at you niggas, you dig? Santana! Ayy!
  )
  But you ain't got nothing on me (
  Hahaha!
  )
  [Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
  I'm on the grind 'til the police come (Yeah)
  With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb (Ha), or
  I let that semi twirl you (Get 'em); now you can follow the drip
  'Cause one shot out of the clip'll Jheri-curl you (Ooh)
  Leave you sloppy like seconds
  , obey me like peasants
  Or get opened up like presents—please!
  My young boys wildin' for respect
  Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese" (Ha)
  My dough's a bit longer (Yup), my flow is just slaughter (Yup)
  My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water (Damn)
  So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?)
  I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!)
  Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!)
  I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres
  (Listen...) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish
  (What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters (Haha!)
  Chump!
   I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!)
  I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!)
  She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!)
  She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!)
  She told me you'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burns
  So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!)
  It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle
  You surfboard dudes get wiped out—totally [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Ugh, ohh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
  Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
  I got everything, you got nothing
  But you ain't got nothing on me
  Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
  Yeah, money you will never see
  Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
  But you ain't got nothing on me (Uh-huh, check me out)
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Get you—three, four—get you
  Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too
  It's Weezy F.-U; now, you gotta have a baby
  My money don't folds nor bends—Mercedes
  Maybach, grey-black
  And I got a four-four and a 'K, like eight stacks
  Fuck your city and your town, I state facts— 
  Take that!
  No, better yet, like Diddy: "Take that"
  Wait—rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax
  Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen
  Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine
  There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none
  I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt
  You've ever seen, or heard, Carter, Harvard, y'all scared
  Not me, not I, call me "Young Popeye"
  Tell Bluto I'm a Nuno,
   
  I bring RAL to your fun'ral
  Damn, I mean "funer-al," "funer-uhl"
  You say "tomato," I say "to-mah-to"
  You say "get 'em," I say "got 'em"—yeah, I got 'em!
  Man, you better keep paying me 'cause you don't want my problems
  I be wildin' like Capital One—what is in your wallet?
  You fly, but what is it to pilot?
  Weezy—I'm at the top, 
  foot
   up in your bottom
  Huh, damn, I mean, "foot up in your ass"
  I kick that shit, now go'n' put it in the trash [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Deezle
  ! Ugh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
  Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
  I got everything, you got nothing
  But you ain't got nothing on me
  Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
  Yeah, money you will never see
  Yeah, ugh, ugh
  And you ain't got nothing on me
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a muh'fucka
  Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
  I got everything, you got nothing
  But you ain't got nothing on me
  Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka
  Yeah, big money, nigga
  Big money, nigga, big money, nigga
  Yeah, and you ain't got nothing on me