Exhausted

Lyrics

[Chorus] Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it I been ballin' so damn hard, I'm exhausted Surrounded by a table full of bosses We just keep winnin', we don't worry 'bout the losses I counted so much money, I'm exhausted Been ballin' so hard, I'm exhausted Had a run so long, I'm exhausted We just keep winnin', we don't worry 'bout the losses [Verse 1] Both hands numb, countin' up a hun' Fuckin' up the club, yeah, we do that shit for fun Told the strippers go get dressed, bitch, y'all comin' home with us Is we fuckin', ho? What's up? Bitch, this lil' money ain't nothin', yeah They say if money ain't change you, you ain't madе enough You got that play money, you can't play with us Garbage bag full, wе just filled the table up I got paper cuts, you fuckin' with me, must be on angel dust Was just in a slump, stayed down, now I'm up Rollie fully bust, you won't see me with no buffs All this shit these niggas doin' now, they got that shit from us So much cheese in a month, I don't know who I can trust, nigga Line 'em all up, they can't fuck with us Take some shit from us, you gon' get your head bust, nigga Fuck a bitch and her twin sister, and-one, nigga You get money, we get money too, and what, nigga? [Chorus] Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it I been ballin' so damn hard, I'm exhausted Surrounded by a table full of bosses We just keep winnin', we don't worry 'bout the losses I counted so much money, I'm exhausted Been ballin' so hard, I'm exhausted Had a run so long, I'm exhausted We just keep winnin', we don't worry 'bout the losses [Verse 2] I hear you talkin' big in your raps, huh? Heard you puttin' bigs in the trap, huh? You waitin' on unc' to drop the bag, huh? Boy, you broke as hell and homeless, shut your ass up, bum Rollie on my wrist, it look like glass, don't it? Wear this bitch around my hood with no mag, don't I? Cash it out myself, I ain't go half on it Do the math on it, run you 'bout a slab, don't it, nigga? Raw was so good, just put a half on it Run off on your tab, you know shit'll really get bad, won't it? I just middle-manned a brick, had to put mines on it Chill with all that talkin' on the phone, you'll do time for it Niggas hear my shit and get inspired, holmes Know my niggas ridin' with me right or wrong Had them bitches in for a minute, now they gone I don't wanna meet your mans, he might got a wire on [Chorus] Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it I been ballin' so damn hard, I'm exhausted Surrounded by a table full of bosses We just keep winnin', we don't worry 'bout the losses I counted so much money, I'm exhausted Been ballin' so hard, I'm exhausted Had a run so long, I'm exhausted We just keep winnin', we don't worry 'bout the losses [Outro] (David Wesson)