[Intro]
It ain't hard to tell you
These niggas fallin' off
All that funny shit
Fuck all that shit
It ain't hard to tell you
Motherfuck him up, you broke nigga
([?])
[Chorus]
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
[Verse 1]
You in a dummy race, I'm in a money race
But we still buyin' guns just in case (Yeah)
We find out where niggas stay at if you get out of place (Nigga)
But we ain't into beefin', we just gettin' paid (Money, nigga)
Niggas on the 'Gram bein' funny, though
Yeah, your joke was funny, bro, but you ain't got no money, though
I get five bands a show everytime I'm on the road
And I'm gone three times a week, I'm eatin' in my sleep (Facts)
I ain't never gotta sell dope again (Sell dope again)
Pussy, I ain't never goin' broke again (Goin' broke again)
They got me on probation, I can't smoke again
But I can't still pull up in that 'Cat and hit your ho again (Skrrt)
Fresh as hell when I'm leavin' out the crib, nigga (Yeah)
Rockin' seven-hundred dollar pants, nigga
Gucci T-shirt cost me six hundred (Six hundred)
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money
It ain't hard to tell you
These niggas fallin' off
All that funny shit
Fuck all that shit
It ain't hard to tell you
Motherfuck him up, you broke nigga
([?])
[Chorus]
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
[Verse 1]
You in a dummy race, I'm in a money race
But we still buyin' guns just in case (Yeah)
We find out where niggas stay at if you get out of place (Nigga)
But we ain't into beefin', we just gettin' paid (Money, nigga)
Niggas on the 'Gram bein' funny, though
Yeah, your joke was funny, bro, but you ain't got no money, though
I get five bands a show everytime I'm on the road
And I'm gone three times a week, I'm eatin' in my sleep (Facts)
I ain't never gotta sell dope again (Sell dope again)
Pussy, I ain't never goin' broke again (Goin' broke again)
They got me on probation, I can't smoke again
But I can't still pull up in that 'Cat and hit your ho again (Skrrt)
Fresh as hell when I'm leavin' out the crib, nigga (Yeah)
Rockin' seven-hundred dollar pants, nigga
Gucci T-shirt cost me six hundred (Six hundred)
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money
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