Let Me See (feat. Kevin Gates and Lil Skies)

Tay Keith fuck these niggas up Yeah ho Yeah ho Yeah Yeah ho Uh yeah 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 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 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 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 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 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 the load I got the breadwinner status breadwinner automatic I went to Arkansas and got at it I took the route down to Miami Timmy bust down got traffic we at the flea market with a Caddy Ask your boy do I speak it in Spanish 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 bought a jet Switchin' lines steady bumpin' collect MoneyGram standin' up in they chest You read books and you know how to play chess Why don't crooks learn how to finesse Quality H I'm one of the best Still in had to take a lil' rest Stayed solid hit the cell and reset Fresh out of jail ordered a jet Not bad when you come from the 'jects Get mad you look kinda upset Front pass not regular yet Two seater with the huh 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 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 Then hop in the Jag then I get to the bag I be making her mad I drip with the swag I be spending this cash do the digital dash My gang on the map We pull up to your trap We don't care where you at They want me to lack I don't fear none of that Fuck that 'Cause my bro got the strap Got M's in the safe Bad bitches in the Wraith All I know is first place Niggas hating okay They could never get in my way I'ma ball hard all day I done came up You can never take me down Wonder why they girls wanna date me now Oh shit more hits Lil Skies on the paper route bitch Y'all really ain't getting no money better get you some dough