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

[Juicy J]

(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 way too 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 way too 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

[Kevin Gates]

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

[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 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

[Lil Skies]

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

[Juicy J]

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