Stupid Rappers

[Intro: Biggie Smalls]
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"

[Verse 1: Tay B]
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 its 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?

[Hook: Tay B]
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
(x2)

[Verse 2: Tay B]
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

[Outro: Biggie Smalls]
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