Peezy - Exhausted lyrics

Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks

[Peezy - Exhausted lyrics]

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

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?

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

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

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

(David Wesson)

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