City Spud - Bout Nothing

〈chorus: city spud & st. louis, city spud〉
Yo, if it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If you want it, let's go

〈verse 1: city spud〉
You know what it is, dinnertime
If you got your paper, then gimme mine
If you got your work, nigga, flood the hood
You want that double-back, nigga, make sure it's good
Yeah, it's poppin', nigga, yeah, you know it's something
You wanna holla, meet me here, i don't do the phonе
I'm kind of like jerome is, yеah, we quite the same
I'm kind of like my nigga west, yeah, we 'bout the game
My dough is same, nigga, i'm a lunatic
Plus, my shorty get it in, she a luna-chick
If it's a drought, she don't care, she go and get the brick
Bring it back, drop it off, might even cook the shit
Been up for days on oj, coconut ciroc
Don't get it twisted, mister, if you wanna ride the pop
And i ain't need, no, but city don't trust a motherfucker
'cause the same ones you die for, it's telling
〈chorus: city spud & st. louis, city spud〉
Yo, if it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If you want it, let's go

〈verse 2: city spud〉
Them people watching me, the haters is too
See you looking at me, got niggas watching you
If you could walk it out, could you walk in my shoes?
If you had stacks like these, tell me what you would do
Flip a pack, buy the bars, trick on bitches, buy the cars
All day, i'm blowing kush, i'm right next to mars
All day, i'm blowing money, same thing, them all
Black lamborghini, switch to the bentley tomorrow
A multi-colored benz switching lanes beating hard
I'm in the club with my niggas, purple people on me
Got on my robin jeans but i keep the eagle on me
Been up for days on oj, coconut ciroc
Don't get it twisted, mister, if you wanna ride the pop
And i ain't need, no, but city don't trust a motherfucker
'cause the same ones you die for, it's telling
〈chorus: city spud & st. louis, city spud〉
Yo, if it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If you want it, let's go

〈verse 3: ali〉
Yo, ayo, i'm out here getting it while you whine, you a whiner
I'm eating everyday at this derrty ent diner
If you can't see me then you must got on some blinders
I think you done forgot so let me give you a reminder
First out the gate, first to get cake
First to ride a hummer chameleon on 28's
Got the first to get a deal but the first to do it real
The first to bring plaques to the crib, hittin' meals
What the fuck, you ain't heard in the hood, i'm a beast
I'm a boss, i cause shots, i don't hang in the streets
The snack while we feast then call the police
Then head to atlanta 'cause they scared of the beef
Where they do that at? take a fire hiatus
Come back number one and loan money to a hater
Lunatics, that's who, everybody know i saw 'em
Lunatics, that's who, ain't nobody put our song
〈chorus: city spud & st. louis, city spud〉
Yo, if it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If it ain't about money, it ain't about nothing
And i could give a damn about your motherfuckin' stunting
I'm out here tryna get it, i'm heavy on my grind
See, i'ma count the money and you niggas get the shine
If you want it, let's go

City Spud is a part of the St. Lunatics, a group that included Nelly.

Per The Riverfront Times, he was often mistaken for Nelly’s brother, and his name was explained by Ali (another member of the St. Lunatics) as follows:

We called him City Spud for the fact that he was -- it was like calling a fat person Tiny. He was from the county. He was always from the county, real passive, real nice, real neat, just a really cool guy. He was so county that we called him City.