Tear Da Club Up Lyrics

Yeah, Nash

You killed this motherfucker

Come on

Alright

With how much I done spent in Sax could say I plead the Fifth

I'm only here to get a bag, ain't here to please you bitch

It be the ones that slime you out your bag that screaming, "We legit"

It's a dirty game, you gotta watch your back and who you reason with

My brother undefeated for the tag, no you can't beat the zips

And why you always talking bout the rags? Like where the riches is?

No you ain't bout it how im bout it that's what the difference is

The answer ain't gon' change, don't give a fuck, that's how it really is

Money transfer only time I ever hit the limit

You only got two options in this shit, you either hit or miss it

Know ever since the money started hitting, life been hitting different

Really need to back the fuck off and let me breathe a minute

You-you ain't even shit to me, why would I even with you?

Always been odd you let shit slide, ain't getting even is you?

Bro really a grimy motherfucker, he got a evil issue

Know that you don't got what it's gon' take, I can just see it in you

We gon' shut the fucking club down, you know we activated

Always getting paid for some shit, never procrastinating

Put it on the plaque to prove a point, bitch I done accoladed

They been treating me like royalty and I been acclimated

Bitch

Done seen the hustle hand and I was fascinated

I'll be a million dollars up when you done graduated

Teachers never helped with money problems, only math equations

All that money talk without no money, oversaturated

I had grams up in my locker, fuck a PACER test

And know that getting all that love come with a hate effect

It take money to go and make money, you gotta take a bet

When walking in, you know I got it on, I got them breaking necks

Ain't bout to bag then go ahead shut up, don't even take a breath

Take your shoes off before you hit the crib, don't even take a step

Inhaling all of this smoke, you'd think I hate my health

It ain't selfish, every once in a while you gotta save yourself

Bitch

Why when money get involved you tryna change the subject?

If I was you, I wouldn't even show my face in public

Go LaMelo Ball on a hoe, nah I don't run it

Feeling good rocking Denim Tears and my money doublin'

No facade, that ain't how I rock, nah I ain't mugging

You would think I never sleep, I'm always up to something

I don't never take no days off, working Sunday to Sunday

I was out pulling stupid stunts, now I pull up stunting

Fuck, yeah

Cmon man