Ain't Hard 2 Tell Lyrics

Who really making money you can see it if you blind

I been on a paper chase since I made money on my mind

In that leprechaun Lincoln

With the peanut butter inside

Let yo bitch get in rotation cuz the grass greener on this side

Drop two four's in a Fanta

That shit muddy call it Kobe

That a eight bitch I'm straight

Matter a fact I'm feeling great

Make sure my paper right

That's how I wake up every day

On a money making mission trying to add more to my bank

When I was younger I was mobbin

Fuck Batman I was robbing

Now I gotta watch my back for all these niggas out here plotting

That's why I keep a pistol close by my mother fucking side

For all these young niggas thinking they can mother fucking slide

We the ones with the juice it ain't hard to tell

Wake up and wrap it up I got packs for sale

Niggas sick cuz they bitch love me that boy mad as hell

Im just here for the money watch me bag and sell

We the ones with the bag and it ain't hard to tell

Counting money till I'm sleep I got that cash appeal

Get what I want when I want it boy you poor as hell

That hoe know I can change her life and it ain't hard to tell

I been making money doing all kinds of shit

Call the bag Simone biles doing all kinds of flips

Me I love to keep it real you niggas counterfeit

Niggas love to brag ten but never counted it

And when I'm in yo bitch you know I'm in and out

I just took her for a ride then right back to yo house

And if you wasn't there I probably banged her on ya couch

You a never know her rat ass quiet as a mouse

I'm in Texas pouring up I got a plug for nine

Naw you can't pour up with me I'm charging by the line

Keep some gold by my diamonds cuz I love to shine

Keep some money in my pocket cuz I love to grind

We the ones with the juice it ain't hard to tell

Wake up and wrap it up I got packs for sale

Niggas sick cuz they bitch love me that boy mad as hell

I'm just here for the money watch me bag and sell

We the ones with the bag and it ain't hard to tell

Counting money till I'm sleep I got that cash appeal

Get what I want when I want it boy you poor as hell

That hoe know I can change her life and it ain't hard to tell

Smoking blunts pouring up

Living life do it more than once

Niggas sick they can't fuck wit us

We rolling up blowing blunts

Kush and runts it all I need

A bad bitch some good weed

Some Hennessy naw some dusse

Man these niggas sick niggas all full of hate