paroles de chanson Let Me See - Juicy J , kevin gates , Lil Skies

Tay Keith, fuck these nigga up!)
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, 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