[Intro: Juicy J & Lil Juice]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho (Yeah)
Yeah, ho
Uh, yeah
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough
Y'all really ain't getting no money 'cause y'all chasing these hoes
Y'all really ain't getting no money, yeah we already know
Y'all really ain't getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke
Y'all really ain't putting up numbers but who keepin' the score?
Y'all niggas way too funny, being broke ain't no joke
Made a hundred from a show and spent that all on some clothes
Y'all really ain't no killers, y'all really some hoes
[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
Let me see, let me see, let me see, how much it blow
Let me see, let me see, let me see, you blow some more
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
You really ain't banging, really ain't slanging
Talking that shit but this life can get dangerous
I keep the stainless, leave your ass brainless
My life is painless, I'm rich and famous
You ain't no Blood and you ain't no Crip
Ain't got no drugs to make you no flip
You like the softest nigga in the clique
You like a pistol just without a clip
You ain't from the hood, you ain't get that out the mud
You ain't come up off them drugs, and that's understood
Man, I wish these niggas would, toss 'em in the firewood
You ain't with the mob
Nah, you ain't involved
You talking so cases get solved
You ain't making calls
Nah, you never gon' ball
'Cause you wanna see niggas fall
Bitch I'm OG, I'm spendin' bands from '03
And my outfit costs a G, this shit ain't cheap
I can't do nothing for free, I need like fifty a feat'
Somethin' like a chief
I make sure my niggas eat
Put niggas up on they feet
Nigga, don't reach
Even though I keep the peace
I'll hit your ass with this piece
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho (Yeah)
Yeah, ho
Uh, yeah
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough
Y'all really ain't getting no money 'cause y'all chasing these hoes
Y'all really ain't getting no money, yeah we already know
Y'all really ain't getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke
Y'all really ain't putting up numbers but who keepin' the score?
Y'all niggas way too funny, being broke ain't no joke
Made a hundred from a show and spent that all on some clothes
Y'all really ain't no killers, y'all really some hoes
[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
Let me see, let me see, let me see, how much it blow
Let me see, let me see, let me see, you blow some more
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
You really ain't banging, really ain't slanging
Talking that shit but this life can get dangerous
I keep the stainless, leave your ass brainless
My life is painless, I'm rich and famous
You ain't no Blood and you ain't no Crip
Ain't got no drugs to make you no flip
You like the softest nigga in the clique
You like a pistol just without a clip
You ain't from the hood, you ain't get that out the mud
You ain't come up off them drugs, and that's understood
Man, I wish these niggas would, toss 'em in the firewood
You ain't with the mob
Nah, you ain't involved
You talking so cases get solved
You ain't making calls
Nah, you never gon' ball
'Cause you wanna see niggas fall
Bitch I'm OG, I'm spendin' bands from '03
And my outfit costs a G, this shit ain't cheap
I can't do nothing for free, I need like fifty a feat'
Somethin' like a chief
I make sure my niggas eat
Put niggas up on they feet
Nigga, don't reach
Even though I keep the peace
I'll hit your ass with this piece
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