Tell 4 Nothing
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywhere, These niggas lazy
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywhere, These niggas lazy
And these Niggaz really dead broke, They really faking
And that jewelry that they rocking, That shit shakey
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywher, These niggas lazy
And these Niggaz really dead broke, They really faking
And that jewelry that they rocking, That shit shakey
Everything I do it got real structure
Every time I get the money I got real hustle
Every time I get the bitch I got real pimping
See I just let her be herself, Now she self listed
How you wifing bitches that you know, Fucking these Niggas
And how you hating on ya homie, He trying to go get it
You know we paper chase on spot, We gotta collect it
You know they trying to come and get em, They gotta accept it
You better run around the earth, And get your money up
Before you talk about them niggas with they money up
They press a button and a missile, Come and fuck you up
Stick to the strip, Stick to the script, And go and double up
I can do this shit forever with my eyes closed
I got get money disease, I'm diagnosed
I got a bunch of Spanish bitches, call em all Selena
So as I hit, I tell her babygirl, Salida
But she just wants some casa migos, And follow the leader
I told her come and count this money, And fuckn on my people
I know this may seem harsh, You gotta believe it
These bitches trying to get some status
She over achieving
If you my dog then be my dog then, Let's do it
We making multi millionaire, Come from nothing music
You probably saved a hundred grand, Look that's nothing to me
But still I'm humble and a crumb, Shit that's something to me
I don't rely on no nigga, I go get my dollars
And I don't put no bitch on
That don't wanna see me proper
If she can go and sell that pussy, And then Bring me dollars
Well I can go and serve this fish scale, And buy her Prada
(Put that of god though)
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywhere, These niggas lazy
And these Niggaz really dead broke, They really faking
And that jewelry that they rocking, That shit shakey
Everything I do it got real structure
Every time I get the money I got real hustle
Every time I get the bitch I got real pimping
See I just let her be herself, Now she self listed
Niggas leave they kids anywhere, These niggas lazy
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywhere, These niggas lazy
And these Niggaz really dead broke, They really faking
And that jewelry that they rocking, That shit shakey
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywher, These niggas lazy
And these Niggaz really dead broke, They really faking
And that jewelry that they rocking, That shit shakey
Everything I do it got real structure
Every time I get the money I got real hustle
Every time I get the bitch I got real pimping
See I just let her be herself, Now she self listed
How you wifing bitches that you know, Fucking these Niggas
And how you hating on ya homie, He trying to go get it
You know we paper chase on spot, We gotta collect it
You know they trying to come and get em, They gotta accept it
You better run around the earth, And get your money up
Before you talk about them niggas with they money up
They press a button and a missile, Come and fuck you up
Stick to the strip, Stick to the script, And go and double up
I can do this shit forever with my eyes closed
I got get money disease, I'm diagnosed
I got a bunch of Spanish bitches, call em all Selena
So as I hit, I tell her babygirl, Salida
But she just wants some casa migos, And follow the leader
I told her come and count this money, And fuckn on my people
I know this may seem harsh, You gotta believe it
These bitches trying to get some status
She over achieving
If you my dog then be my dog then, Let's do it
We making multi millionaire, Come from nothing music
You probably saved a hundred grand, Look that's nothing to me
But still I'm humble and a crumb, Shit that's something to me
I don't rely on no nigga, I go get my dollars
And I don't put no bitch on
That don't wanna see me proper
If she can go and sell that pussy, And then Bring me dollars
Well I can go and serve this fish scale, And buy her Prada
(Put that of god though)
Niggas tell for nothing these days, These niggas crazy
Niggas leave they kids anywhere, These niggas lazy
And these Niggaz really dead broke, They really faking
And that jewelry that they rocking, That shit shakey
Everything I do it got real structure
Every time I get the money I got real hustle
Every time I get the bitch I got real pimping
See I just let her be herself, Now she self listed
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Lira, Oritseniraro Bemigho-amorighoye, Joel Montgomery
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