Let Me See (ft. Lil Skies, Kevin Gates)

Let Me See
[Intro: Juicy J & Lil Juice]
Tay Keith, f*** these niggas up!
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
[Chorus: Juicy J]
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 keeping 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

[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
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 you broke
Let me see, let me see, you grow some more
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
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 ni*** in the clique
You like a pistol just without a clip
You ain't from the hood, you ain't got that up out the mud
You ain't come up off them drugs, and that's understood
Man I wish these niggas would
[?] firewood
You ain't with the mob, nah you ain't involved
You talking [?]
You ain't making calls
Nah you never gon' ball cause you wanna see niggas fall
Bitch I'm OG [?]
And my outfit costs a G, this shit ain't cheap
I can't do nothing for free
I need like 50 a feature
I make sure my niggas eat
Put niggas up on their feet
Nigga don't reach
Even though I keep the peace
I'll hit your ass with this [?]

[Chorus: Juicy J]
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 keeping 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
[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
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 you broke
Let me see, let me see, you grow some more

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
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 bread winners, [?]
Bread winner, automatic
I went to Arkansas and got [?]
I took the [?] down to Miami
[?] bust down, got traffic
We at the flea market with a Caddy
[?] speaking in Spanish
[?]
Watch how you handle a ni*** on camera
[?] I got stamina
Never mind, money coming legit
Money tied, bought a jet
[?] collect
Money [?]
You read books and you know how to play chess
[?] learn how to finesse
Quality Gates, I'm one of the best
Still in, had to [?]
Stay silent, hit the [?] reset
Fresh out of jail, ordered a jet
Not bad when you come from the [?]
Get mad, you look kinda upset
[?] not regular yet
Two seater with the (heater) on deck

[Chorus: Juicy J]
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 keeping 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
[Post-Chorus: Juicy J]
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 you broke
Let me see, let me see, you grow some more

[Verse 3: Lil Skies]
[?] 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
Cause my bro got the strap
Got M's in the safe
Bad bitch in the wraith
All I know is first place, niggas hating on Kay
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 the girls wanna date me now
Oh shit, more hit
Lil Skies on a paper route, bitch
[Outro: Juicy J]
Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough