Lời bài hát Let Me See
[Intro: Juicy J & Lil Juice] Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho [Chorus: 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 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 [Post-Chorus: Juicy J] 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 you broke Let me see, let me see, you grow some more [Verse 1: Juicy J] 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 got that up out the mud You ain't come up off them drugs, and that's understood Man I wish these niggas would [?] firewood You ain't with the mob, nah you ain't involved You talking [?] You ain't making calls Nah you never gon' ball cause you wanna see niggas fall Bitch I'm OG [?] And my outfit costs a G, this shit ain't cheap I can't do nothing for free I need like 50 a feature 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 [?] [Chorus: 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 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 [Post-Chorus: Juicy J] 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 you broke Let me see, let me see, you grow some more [Verse 2: 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 bread winners, [?] Bread winner, automatic I went to Arkansas and got [?] I took the [?] down to Miami [?] bust down, got traffic We at the flea market with a Caddy [?] speaking in Spanish [?] Watch how you handle a nigga on camera [?] I got stamina Never mind, money coming legit Money tied, bought a jet [?] collect Money [?] You read books and you know how to play chess [?] learn how to finesse Quality Gates, I'm one of the best Still in, had to [?] Stay silent, hit the [?] reset Fresh out of jail, ordered a jet Not bad when you come from the [?] Get mad, you look kinda upset [?] not regular yet Two seater with the (heater) on deck [Chorus: 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 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 [Post-Chorus: Juicy J] 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 you broke Let me see, let me see, you grow some more [Verse 3: Lil Skies] [?] 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 Cause my bro got the strap Got M's in the safe Bad bitch in the wraith All I know is first place, niggas hating on Kay They can never get in my way I'ma ball hard all day I done came up, you can never take me down Wonder why the girls wanna date me now Oh shit, more hit [?] on a paper route, bitch [Outro: Juicy J] Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough
