Juicy J feat. Kevin Gates, Lil Skies – Let Me See (Lyrics)

Lyrics “Let Me See” by Juicy J feat. Kevin Gates, Lil Skies

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 h*es
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 n**gas 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 h*es

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 s**t, 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 n**ga 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 versuri.online
And that’s understood, man, I wish these n**gas 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 n**gas fall
B**ch, I’m OG, I’m spendin’ bread from ’03
And my outfit cost a G
b**ch, 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 n**gas eat
Put n**gas up on their feet
n**ga, 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 h*es
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 n**gas 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 h*es

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 b**ch, you know
I got to show off for him, you know
Send it low

I got the Bread Winner
Steady Bread Winner, automatic
I went to Arkansas and got at it
I took the route down to Miami
Timmy bust down got traffic
We hit 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**ga on camera
Big booty b**ch, need to know I got stamina
Never mind money coming legit
Money time ’bout a check
Switchin’ lines steady bumpin’ collect
Money gram, standing up in they chest
You read books or 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 little rest
Stayed solid, hit the cell to reset
Fresh outta jail, ordered a jet
No bad when you come from the ‘jects
Gettin’ mad, you look kinda upset
Fake pass not regular yet
Two seater with the ahem 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 h*es
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 n**gas really funny, being broke ain’t no joke versuri.online
Made a 100 from my show and spent it all on some clothes
Y’all really ain’t no killers, y’all really some h*es

Aye, see I hop in the Jag’
Then I get to the bag
I be makin’ ’em 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 a strap
Got M’s in the safe
Bad b**ches in the Wraith
All I know is first place
N**gas hating ok
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 they girls wanna date me now
Oh, s**t more hits
Lil Skies really on the paper route, b**ch

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

➤ Written by Kevin Gates , Lil Skies & Juicy J
Produced by Tay Keith
Juicy J & Lil Skies & Kevin Gates 2019

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