Tay Keith, fuck these nigga up!)

Yeah, hoe

Yeah, hoeYeah, hoe

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 keeping the score

Y'all niggas really funny,

Being broke ain′t no joke

Made a 100 from my show and

Spent it all on some clothes

Y'all really ain't no killers,

Y′all really some hoes

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

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 that′s 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 talkin′, so cases get solved

You ain't making calls, nah

You never gon′ ball

'Cause you want to see niggas fall

Bitch, I'm OG,

I′m spendin′ bread from '03

And my outfit cost a G

Bitch, it ain′t cheap,

I can't do nothing for free

I need like 50 a fee

So I′m like a G,

I make sure my niggas eat

Put niggas up on their feet

Nigga, don't reach,

Even though I keep the peace

I′ll hit your ass with this piece

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 keeping the score

Y'all niggas really funny,

Being broke ain′t no joke

Made a 100 from my show and

Spent it all on some clothes

Y′all really ain't no killers,

Y′all really some hoes

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Let me see your bankroll (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

Yeah

I got one of my plugs in here, you know

Juicy J done came in this bitch, you know

I got to show off for him, you know

Send it low

I got the Bread Winner

Steady Bread Winner, automatic

(I do)

I went to Arkansas and got at it

(What up)

I took the route down to Miami

(Cut up)

Timmy bust down got traffic

(Ooh)

We hit the flea market with a Caddy

(Ooh)

Ask your boy do I speak it in Spanish

(Who)

Walk in the mall and I meet with a manager

Watch how you handle a nigga on camera

Big booty bitch, need to know I got stamina

(Yeah)

Never mind money coming legit

Money time 'bout a check

(Check)

Switchin′ lines steady bumpin' collect

(Collect)

Money gram, standing up in they chest

(Hello)

You read books or you know how to play chess

(Who is that?)

Why don′t crooks learn how to finesse

(Ooh)

Quality H, I'm one of the best

(Arr)

Still in, had to take a little rest

(Argh)

Stayed solid, hit the cell to reset

(I did)

Fresh outta jail, ordered a jet (I been)

No bad when you come from the 'jects

Gettin′ mad, you look kinda upset

Fake pass not regular yet

Two seater with the ahem on deck

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 keeping the score

Y'all niggas really funny,

Being broke ain′t no joke

Made a 100 from my show and

Spent it all on some clothes

Y'all really ain′t no killers,

Y'all really some hoes

Aye

See I hop in the Jag′

Then I get to the bag

(Bag)

I be makin' 'em mad

I drip with the swag

(Swag)

I be spending this cash

(Cash)

Do the digital dash

My gang on the map

(On the map)

We pull up to your trap

(Yo trap)

We don′t care where you at

They want me to lack

(Lack)

I don′t fear none of that

(Fuck that)

'Cause my bro got a strap

Got M′s in the safe

(In the safe)

Bad bitches in the Wraith

(In the Wraith)

All I know is first place

Niggas hating? ok

(Ok)

They can never get in my way

(No way)

I'ma ball hard all day

I done came up, you can never take me down

(Whoa)

Wonder why they girls wanna date me now

(Whoa)

Oh, shit more hits

Lil Skies really on the paper route, bitch

Y′all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough