Let Me See (feat. 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