Tay B - Stupid Rappers lyrics
[Tay B - Stupid Rappers lyrics]
That's real you know
I ain't exaggerating at all
The more money you make the
More problems you get
And jealousy and envy is
Is something that comes with
The territory man
A lot of people with this negative energy
Like my man Puff say
" it just surrounds you"
All facts lil' nigga huh
Aye, my bitch a church girl
So her shoes Christian
Focused on beefin' man niggas
Really act like children
I focus on money bitch, big difference
You showed yo true colors
Nigga keep yo distance
Used to get rooms at the Westin
Still keep my Smith and- huh
Now it's five star residential
Yea, Five star dinners, five star women
Workers work hard like they
Get paid off commission
Turn a one into a three like a mathematician
Don't need no niggas
Yea it ain't no mo' additions
These niggas snitches
They be giving out the whole description
SO I won't let nobody get close
To see how im livin'
Yea when you had that money
You ain't save none
Im the one that looked out
When niggas changed up thinkin' to my self
Like I should've been had his brains busted
Niggas was on lame stuff
I ain't the same one
Huh, when you ain't got shit
To give 'em huh
Yea niggas tend to get so forgetful huh
Tryna' get with my dawgs in this kennel huh?
You ain't even got the right credentials huh
I got work
Just make sure you bring utensils huh
Bad smart bitch she got potential huh?
Imma buy you diamonds we
Gon' switch the climate
Yea you ain't got no M's
Nigga you can't sign me
Yea I got two twins and
You know they Siamese huh yea
Yea, G Wagon lights look like huh
Yea, G Wagon lights look like they blinkin'
Little nigga, I be with the demons
Lookin' at my chain
What the fuck you thinkin'?
Huh, A king is how they fucking treat me
Yea, im about my Franklins
My bitch name Aretha
I was searchin' for the keys
I had to call Alicia
Yea, they copy my work I should be a teacher
Its some shit you ain't taught yo
Bitch that Imma teach her
God take away my bad vibes
And all my leachers
Yea they doubted me at first
I made them believers
Yea, let you chase these hoes
While I chase these chips
You need to stop hitting the road
Cause it ain't making sense (cents)
Cause every time yo ass get home
Boy you ain't got shit
Fuck you got going on, what you making cents?
What you stackin' for some Fendi
Stackin' for a Bentley?
What you stackin' for a chain
Stacking for a semi? To me it look like yo
Ass stackin' for some Wendy's
Huh, had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
Had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
Don't be a stupid rapper
Have somebody else tell them what to do
Whatever you gon' do, do it for a reason
Don't be a fool and do it
Because somebody else is doing it
I wanted to get in the game and
Get the big house, and the cars
With the pool and I wanted to do all that
That's one of the bad things about the game
When you get large even yo friends
Will turn against you man
I ain't exaggerating at all
The more money you make the
More problems you get
And jealousy and envy is
Is something that comes with
The territory man
A lot of people with this negative energy
Like my man Puff say
" it just surrounds you"
All facts lil' nigga huh
Aye, my bitch a church girl
So her shoes Christian
Focused on beefin' man niggas
Really act like children
I focus on money bitch, big difference
You showed yo true colors
Nigga keep yo distance
Used to get rooms at the Westin
Still keep my Smith and- huh
Now it's five star residential
Yea, Five star dinners, five star women
Workers work hard like they
Get paid off commission
Turn a one into a three like a mathematician
Don't need no niggas
Yea it ain't no mo' additions
These niggas snitches
They be giving out the whole description
SO I won't let nobody get close
To see how im livin'
Yea when you had that money
You ain't save none
Im the one that looked out
When niggas changed up thinkin' to my self
Like I should've been had his brains busted
Niggas was on lame stuff
I ain't the same one
Huh, when you ain't got shit
To give 'em huh
Yea niggas tend to get so forgetful huh
Tryna' get with my dawgs in this kennel huh?
You ain't even got the right credentials huh
I got work
Just make sure you bring utensils huh
Bad smart bitch she got potential huh?
Imma buy you diamonds we
Gon' switch the climate
Yea you ain't got no M's
Nigga you can't sign me
Yea I got two twins and
You know they Siamese huh yea
Yea, G Wagon lights look like huh
Yea, G Wagon lights look like they blinkin'
Little nigga, I be with the demons
Lookin' at my chain
What the fuck you thinkin'?
Huh, A king is how they fucking treat me
Yea, im about my Franklins
My bitch name Aretha
I was searchin' for the keys
I had to call Alicia
Yea, they copy my work I should be a teacher
Its some shit you ain't taught yo
Bitch that Imma teach her
God take away my bad vibes
And all my leachers
Yea they doubted me at first
I made them believers
Yea, let you chase these hoes
While I chase these chips
You need to stop hitting the road
Cause it ain't making sense (cents)
Cause every time yo ass get home
Boy you ain't got shit
Fuck you got going on, what you making cents?
What you stackin' for some Fendi
Stackin' for a Bentley?
What you stackin' for a chain
Stacking for a semi? To me it look like yo
Ass stackin' for some Wendy's
Huh, had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
Had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
Don't be a stupid rapper
Have somebody else tell them what to do
Whatever you gon' do, do it for a reason
Don't be a fool and do it
Because somebody else is doing it
I wanted to get in the game and
Get the big house, and the cars
With the pool and I wanted to do all that
That's one of the bad things about the game
When you get large even yo friends
Will turn against you man