Ten

[Intro]
Loris (K6, this beat hard)
Loris
This a fifty game, 'member now? (Meet me by the porch)
(800Kay got them beats, coach)
Go

[Chorus]
Make this make sense (Talk to me)
You still with this bitch and you hate this bitch (Hatin')
You hanging with them niggas and they take your shit (You do)
You 'posed to be your brother's keeper, that shit make me sick (Ugh)
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
Pop another ten (A Perc'), spend another ten (Ten racks)
This lil' bitch a ten (She bad), say that shit again
This lil' bitch a ten (She bad)
Yeah, go

[Verse]
You still goin' hand in hand? Nigga, hell yeah (Gettin' that pape')
Nigga, hell yeah, I got too many sales planned
The whole world might be empty when it's still dead (That's a fact)
Pull the truck to bro crib and call it Bellville (That's how we get down)
Snakes, you can't tell them, you know I'm ridin' dolo with it
Stuffed in my jacket, clip lookin' like a pogo stick (Grrt)
If you don't want your ho snatched, nigga, hold that bitch (That bitch)
Fuckin' with dry ice, I fuck around, froze my wrist
All these rides look like Cedar Point, I always knew I'd be the one
Takin' trips, comin' back with cheese so they can see the point (For real)
Two halves just made an even joint, cross paths and I'ma keep it goin'
You snitchin', you ain't even point, bro, I don't even get the point (Man, you stupid, why?)
Make this make sense (Mm), you broke and got a gun and you ain't on a lick (You stupid)
You grown and got a son and you don't wan' be rich (Mm-mm)
You don't even want my money, you just want my bitch, mm (Nah)
That's some hatin' shit (That's facts)
That ain't even my real ho, I just date the bitch
We ain't beefin' over hoes, nigga, take this bitch (Here)
Stayin' low and to myself, that's what made me rich
Celine jeans, Louis jeans, I don't do Amiri (No)
Memorize the road by myself, I don't talk to Siri (No)
All alone, when I think 'bout bro, it make my eyes teary (Bro posted, nah)
Richest nigga out the game, but he won't let a nigga near me
Better tell them boys to fear me, I smack heads and it get serious
Red seats, they on their period, when you get rich, it be the weirdest
See them comin', I can hear it (Where it's at?)
You gotta get up off your ass and go and get it (Let's do it)

[Chorus]
Make this make sense (Uh-huh)
You still with this bitch and you hate this bitch (You dumb)
You hanging with them niggas and they take your shit (Okay)
You 'posed to be your brother's keeper, that shit make me sick (Ugh)
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
Pop another ten (A Perc'), spend another ten (Ten racks)
This lil' bitch a ten (She bad), say that shit again
This lil' bitch a ten (She bad)
Yeah, go