โหลดเพลง mp3 Let Me See - Juicy J

Let Me See (Explicit) - Juicy J/Kevin Gates/Lil Skies
Lyrics by：Kevin Gates/Jordan Houston/Kimetrius Foose/BryTavious Chambers
Composed by：Kevin Gates/Jordan Houston/Kimetrius Foose/BryTavious Chambers
Tay Keith f**k these n***as 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 n***as 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 yeah you blow some more
You really ain't banging really ain't slanging
Talking that s**t but this life can get dangerous
I keep the stainless leave your a*s 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as fall
B***h I'm og I'm spendin' bands from '03
And my outfit costs a g this s**t ain't cheap
I can't do nothing for free I need like fifty a feat'
Somethin' like a chief
I make sure my n***as eat
Put n***as up on they feet
N***a don't reach
Even though I keep the peace
I'll hit your a*s 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 n***as 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 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 b***h 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 n***a on camera
Big booty b***h 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 n***as 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
See I hop in the jag then
I get to the bag bag

I be making her 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 your trap
We don't care where you at
They want me to lack lack
I don't fear none of that f**k that
'Cause my bro got the strap
Got m's in the safe in the safe
Bad b***hes in the wraith in the wraith
All I know is first place
N***as hating okay okay
They could never get in my way my way
I'ma ball hard all day
I done came up
You can never take me down wow
Wonder why they girls wanna date me now wow
Oh s**t more hits
Lil skies on the paper route b***h
Y'all really ain't getting no money
Better get you some dough