Peezy, Swainoh - No Hand Outs lyrics

Ayy, the pack touched down
Patek all bustdown
Money  turned me to an addict
I been had it for a while
Hey,   ain't nobody hold me down
Had to cut my mans off
Couldn't help my mans out
Ayy, the pack touched down
Patek all bustdown
Money  turned me to an addict
I been had it for a while
Hey,   ain't nobody hold me down
I'll cut my hand off 'fore I put my hand out

Cut  my main mans off
Wasn't seein' eye to eye
Now he salty 'cause he gotta
Watch me from the side (That nigga salty)
I'm the type to go out and
Get it and split the pie (For real)
You only care 'bout yourself
That's why we distant now
(That's why it's distant)
Been  doin' this shit, been at it for a while
(Been doin' at) don't need a nigga for shit
Know how to hold it down (I got it)
I'm out here chasin' a bag
You out here chasin' clout
(You chasin' clout)
You niggas worser than bitches
So stay the fuck from 'round (Dick suckin')
Heard that pack touched down
So now it's time to eat (Let's eat)
Got my mind on a million
Shit I can't even sleep (Can't sleep)
Money drive me insane, I need to see a shrink
(Going crazy) smiling ear to ear, he see
My teeth, bitch, we winning, yeah

Ayy, the pack touched down
Patek all bustdown
Money turned me to an addict
I been had it for a while
Hey, ain't nobody hold me down
Had to cut my mans off
Couldn't help my mans out
Ayy, the pack touched down
Patek all bustdown
Money turned me to an addict
I been had it for a while
Hey, ain't nobody hold me down
I'll cut my hand off 'fore I put my hand out

I might just chill on the lean
And stack a ton of paper (I quit the lean)
I might just buy me a Lam'
And shit on all the haters (Lambo')
Might just order some singles and
Throw 'em on the waitress (Fuck it)
Ain't got no choice but to ball
I fought a ton of cases (Swear to God)
It's 2019, ain't got no money saving
(Where your saving?)
First step is getting off your ass
You chilling like you made it (You chilling)
I don't complain about shit
Leave the crying for the babies (yeah)
Don't care about your opinion if
You ain't Ben Franklin (Ben Franklin)
We went from riding with guns
To standing on them corners (For real)
To young entrepreneurs, nigga
We business owners (We own shit)
Lil' mama's head was so good
She put me in a coma (Yup)
Smellin' like a million in cash
Nigga, check the aroma, bitch

Ayy, the pack touched down
Patek all bustdown
Money turned me to an addict
I been had it for a while
Hey, ain't nobody hold me down
Had to cut my mans off
Couldn't help my mans out
Ayy, the pack touched down
Patek all bustdown
Money turned me to an addict
I been had it for a while
Hey, ain't nobody hold me down
I'll cut my hand off 'fore I put my hand out