Can’t Make This Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (CLDHRT) (BandPlay) Muney [Verse 1] I bet on myself, aye where the dice? I'm 'bout to break shit out Dead like they sleep, but it's all cool, I'm 'bout to wake shit up Niggas think shit sweet until we sweep through, make them take shit up 'Dis ain't make believe, this shit for real, no I can't make this up Big racks make them rake them up Yeah, I'm rich but I still be with steppers, big boots, lace them up Found out where you at, drop down with pencils, yeah erase some stuff I'm with the gang, I don't fuck with thesе niggas on some racist stuff You know they don't like еmbracing us They know we got racks for real, they know these boys can't fuck with us I go get shit touched for real, can't say too much, I hush that up Killers on Cubans, I crushed them up Feel my body up with plenty ice, my bitch think I'm a cup Poppin' my shit, my bitch say I'm a slut She think I got a few hoes in the cut, but the only thing I'ma put up is some bucks Told the lil' bitch "ain't no rapper", I'm really a pharmacracy, I really got rich off of drugs Fly as a bumblebee, don't need to buzz Girl, I'm a flower, I came out the mud My pockets pregnant, don't you see the pudge? Got this shit on, I'm not holding a grudge [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up Ask the streets, they know what's up No filter, ain't make shit up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up Been had more straps than a stud Been had more racks than your pub [Verse 2] Gossip 'bout a nigga pockets, that's some shit I don't indulge Why the fuck we got to talk? We know these niggas broke as fuck We the ones ballin', they talkin' 'bout us No, they can't stop us, they tryna adjust All the bad bitches want me for some nut Ride it in manual, lil' mama clutch Yeah, lil' mama she clutch with the nut, throw it back like a shot, she ain't throwin' shit up She mad at you 'cause you blowin' her up, she lovin' me 'cause I'm goin' in her gut Ain't tryna put no lil' bitch in no cuffs, I want some millions, I don't want no hugs I want some bodies, got racks for a judge, fuck everybody who don't fuck with us For real, I don't fuck with nobody (Hatin' ass, bitch ass nigga) [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up Yeah, yeah, yeah, (CLDHRT) yeah, (BandPlay) yeah, yall ain't never made shit up