It don't mean a thing is cool
Just 'cause you've seen it up on Lexington Avenue
Well it's not the hole of the law
Babies born from running Pepsi-Cola
I know the rules, yeah
Those streets to kingdom ten dimes to a dollar bill
And I'm training off each word with mine
Sane mind and my willpower

You bring me nothing but trouble and money
You bring me nothing but trouble and money

And you should've burned good but you don't mean a thing
To me
And you should've burned good but you don't mean a thing
To me

Pushed up like nervous hands
Cool, ugly like the east sidе air
Those bottles was a vein of lights
Joyful and triumphant in a sleeping firе

You bring me nothing but trouble and money
You bring me nothing but trouble and money

And you should've burned good but you don't mean a thing
And you should've burned good but you don't mean a thing
And you should've burned good but you don't