Ain’t Hard To Tell

Lyrics

[Intro] It ain't hard to tell you These niggas fallin' off All that funny shit Fuck all that shit It ain't hard to tell you Motherfuck him up, you broke nigga ([?]) [Chorus] Got these niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas stay at if you get out of place (Nigga) But we ain't into beefin', we just gettin' paid (Money, nigga) Niggas 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, nigga (Yeah) Rockin' seven-hundred dollar pants, nigga Gucci T-shirt cost me six hundred (Six hundred) Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money [Chorus] Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now) It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas 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, nigga) Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin') It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga) Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga) 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, nigga) 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, nigga, 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 niggas' 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 niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now) It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas 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, nigga) Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin') It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga) Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga) I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah) Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now) It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas 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, nigga) Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin') It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga) Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga) I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah) [Outro] To they stomach now Niggas fallin' off Bling Fuck that shit, nigga Niggas hurtin' Broke-ass nigga You see me, nigga Yeah