See The Hate

[Intro]
(Coach me Joey)
I don't care how much money I get
I could still see the ho' in a bitch
Ha, I'm so motherfucking rich
Ha, ayy (Damn, JakeSand)
I know niggas ain't think I was gonna count all this shit by hand, dumbass (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, bring them bitches in
Make them strip while they counting my shit

[Verse 1: Vae Vanilla]
With my Chanel frames on, I can see the hate (Seen it)
New Gucci on, new season snake
[Outta town with the Henny and the plates (Out the way)
Aa'll ai'n't out the way, y'all be in the way (In the way)
Burberry coat cost two bands, you spend that on your re-up
In that long sleeve, looking short, pull the seat up
Ever hit Monaco Bay with your feet up?
Nah, you a silеnt G, bitch, lasagna
Feeling like Meg, I'm a stallion
I'm coming, new chain, nеw medallion
Shine so bright like a dark skin smiling
I ain't hit the gym, that's them bands on me
Counting all this money, I'ma need four hands for it
Up dawg shit, I'll dance on you
And I got them methods, tap in, you can make something (Dummy)

[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Bitch, I hit the stage and I make a mess on it (Big R)
Hundred pound scales in the trap, we don't step on 'em (Woo)
That's strictly for them bales, come get it before I tax on 'em
Ain't hit your bitch, my nigga, come get this rat off me (Come get this girl out my face)
I ain't got no kid jewelry, this shit 30 racks (30 ball)
Mitch still sippin' Act', this after 30 naps (Still going)
Bitch, I'm still mackin' up, this after 30 packs (Ah, ah)
Fucking daily, last month, I swear I done hit plenty rats (Swear I hit them hoes)
Its some money on the floor, why is you runnin' from it? (What's wrong?)
Run off with a pound, drop a pound of hundreds on him
We in the jungle, nigga, I'll put them hunters on you (Pow)
She ride dick with no Ls, get insurance on 'em (Pew)
Call a bitch, 14 days, pussy two weeks (Two weeks)
Got a plain Louie shirt cost QP (Quarter pound)
47, 46, looking like QC (Global)
And don't you jump off in this water, bitch it's too deep

[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]
20 racks on me, I'm just in the slums chillin'
Brodie don't re-up, he be killing drug dealers
Promoters mad at me, like, "How you get in the club with it"
Hundred on this bitch, I could hit 'bout 61 niggas
I see you got a kit from Gary but you still a bum nigga
Let me see the rock, watch how I score a triple dub with it
Hittin' her from the back, I might have to stick a thumb in it
Sumn like Church's, buy a chicken and a biscuit comin' with it
Fuck your brother, he a rat, nigga, free Peezy
I made a bag on house arrest, I know it seem easy
It wasn't simple, had to grind for that shit
Chasing bankrolls, I ain''t e no time for a bitch
Tired of writing raps, bro, I think it's time for a brick
Got the best dope, my fiends stand in line for the hit
I might hit her off a Perc and knock the lining out the bitch
Ain't shit come free, I'm really out here grinding for this shit
They ask me how I bought watch, I sold a nine piece out a brick

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
Name heavy and my chain heavy, what you pay [?] (30)
Riding through the 6 with that Five-seven
I don't give a fuck, if they paying, we'll drive to heaven (I'm on my way)
Prada everything, they think I'm the devil (Yeah)
I told Meech, "Blow them Presies like 9/11"
Free my nigga, P
Free my nigga, G
[?], same shit as kids playing in the street
Treat the bitch like Corona, have 'em staying in for weeks
Walk up on him, get it over, we ain't spraying it from deep
Before you fold with it, nigga, hand it to me
Nigga need to get a, 'fore he stand next to me
Keep playing, you know I'm playing for keeps
Fuck a bad bitch quick, leave her laying in the suite (On go)
Yeah and like Joesph, I'm fasho
We got raw, talking dope
What's your budget? What you want?
I smoke rapper weed, spent a P of Runtz on my coat (Huh)
You the capping type, I don't play your music 'cause you broke (Uh, uh)