You See It Songtext
von Money Man

Keez on the track, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

You know I′m plugged with the green
I got that Glock in my jeans
I got them racks in my jeans
Nigga, this A1 Gelato, this shit 23
That bitch in love with my voice, she got me on repeat
Nigga, this strap, it hold 50, don't care if you deep

You got your hoe rocking Fila, you cheap
She meet a player like me, she gon′ cheat
She meet a player like me, I'ma beat
I got two bitches with me, they some freaks
We fucked in a foreign, left cum on the seats
I killed this here track, I left blood on the beat
I am so different, my shit is unique
Met a bitch out of town, her name Unique


Yeah, yeah
Them bullets rain just like they an umbrella
Bought that bitch lipo, I put her together
Bought that bitch Fendi, I got her together
She love the kid, so I got her forever
Yeah, yeah, I got them treasures
I pour out the pint and I don't even measure
I fill up a ziploc and don′t even weigh up

My plug gave me two bags and told me don′t pay him
Treat these bitches like dragons, you know I'ma slay ′em
I pulled out that 'Rari, I′m makin' a statement
My kids gon′ be G 'cause you know I'ma raise ′em
I got that sack, so I′m feeling like Aikman
Call me Harambre, you know I be apeing

I can't control ′em, my niggas be taking
Pulled off on a play 'cause I ain′t feel like waiting
Pulled off on a bitch, she was talkin' too much
Get your own sauce, niggas copy too much
Gotta drop more, I ain′t droppin' enough
Don't hit my line, you ain′t coppin′ enough

Them niggas cool, but ain't fucking with us
Used to burn loud on the back of the bus
Heard you went broke, but you used to be on
Gotta stack up them racks, what the fuck is you on, stupid?


Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I′m walking, yeah
You hear the real when I'm talking, yeah
These bitches love me, they stalking, yeah
Walked on this beat, I was crawling first
I need like 50K for a verse
Eight hundred for this lil′ t-shirt
I'ma go swipe her a Louis purse
I love the way that she movin′, twerk

Had to boost up my status
My bitch is the baddest, my car is the fastest
Your shit the trashest, I don't wanna listen
Had to put all my dawgs and my hoes in position
I must admit this lifestyle is addictive
I done seen money turn good niggas wicked
I done seen money turn ugly hoes bad
I done seen money turn childhood friends mad

Walk around with this wad in my motherfuckin' hands
These niggas lil′ boys, come talk to the man
These niggas telling lies, they be some shams
Go get some hustle, go weigh up some grams
Go get some hustle, go get you a Lam′
Go get some hustle, don't you understand?
My bitch she red, right now, she got a tan
This 9 open niggas up just like a can
Shout out my niggas who locked in the can
I do whatever I want ′cause I can

This AP plain as fuck, this shit is bland
Three hundred acres, I purchased some land
I keep it A1, that shit in my glands
She keep on beggin' me, she want a chance
She wanna come and unfasten my pants
Tossin′ them racks on that hoe while she dance

Yeah, yeah, you see the drip when I'm walking, yeah
You hear the real when I′m talking, yeah
These bitches love me, they stalking, yeah
Walked on this beat, I was crawling first
I need like 50K for a verse
Eight hundred for this lil' t-shirt
I'ma go swipe her a Louis purse
I love the way that she movin′, twerk