听歌学英语:Juicy J《Let Me See》

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Tay Keith, **** 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 (**** 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