[Intro]
It ain't hard to tell you
These n***as fallin' off
All that funny shit
Fuck all that shit
It ain't hard to tell you
Motherfuck him up, you broke n***a
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[Chorus]
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds

[Verse 1]
You in a dummy race, I'm in a money race
But we still buyin' guns just in case (Yeah)
We find out where n***as stay at if you get out of place (N***a)
But we ain't into beefin', we just gettin' paid (Money, n***a)
N***as on the 'Gram bein' funny, though
Yeah, your joke was funny, bro, but you ain't got no money, though
I get five bands a show everytime I'm on the road
And I'm gone three times a week, I'm eatin' in my sleep (Facts)
I ain't never gotta sell dope again (Sell dope again)
Pussy, I ain't never goin' broke again (Goin' broke again)
They got me on probation, I can't smoke again
But I can't still pull up in that 'Cat and hit your ho again (Skrrt)
Fresh as hell when I'm leavin' out the crib, n***a (Yeah)
Rockin' seven-hundred dollar pants, n***a
Gucci T-shirt cost me six hundred (Six hundred)
Fuck the bullshit, n***a, get money
[Chorus]
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (N***as fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, n***a)
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now (N***as hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass n***a)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, n***a)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Louis backpack but I ain't been to school (I ain't been to school)
Got the belt to match but I ain't get the shoes (Fuck the shoes, n***a)
Went from rags to riches, bitch, I'm livin' proof (Livin' proof)
Killers on my team, they ain't got shit to lose
I'm takin' care of business, I ain't got shit to prove (Yeah)
Gucci swim trunks, Versace flops when I get out the pool
Used to hit Kentucky with a thousand blues (Shh)
It ain't what you move, n***a, it's how you move (Facts)
I ain't been in the streets, I ain't been makin' plays
But I'm still straight 'cause I know how to save
In the Escalade drinkin' Ace of Spade (Ace of Spade)
It's gon' cost you five bands to get me on the stage
Got these n***as' stomach hurtin' like they gotta shit
Got your bitch givin' head with a lot of spit
Heard your new mixtape, you tellin' lies again
But I ain't really into takin' losses, bitch, I'm tryna win (Uh)
[Chorus]
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (N***as fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, n***a)
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now (N***as hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass n***a)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, n***a)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (N***as fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, n***a)
Got these n***as sick to they stomach now (N***as hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass n***a)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, n***a)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)

[Outro]
To they stomach now
N***as fallin' off
Bling
Fuck that shit, n***a
N***as hurtin'
Broke-ass n***a
You see me, n***a
Yeah