Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me See , by - Juicy J. Release date: 13.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let Me See |
| Tay Keith, fuck 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 |
| See I 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 (Fuck 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 |