"Dice Game" lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga be too tough to be broke
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Nigga be way too tough to be broke

Ridin' around the city with a pack in my coat, yeah
Five-hour job 'cause the money counter broke
Ayy, keep it P, you never got no money out that hoe
Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road
Yeah, landin' with them bo's, gotta get them all sold
Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold
Yeah, you wouldn't get that time for them nigga 'cause they told

Yeah, I just got back in that mode
Yeah, I just got back from the stove
Yeah, nigga tough, dumb, and broke
This a $20 roast
It's a hundred dollars soap
I'm in Soho running
That's some thousands on a coat

I know nigga I made million selling gaming, selling dope
I know nigga that ain't got it but be acting like they on
I know nigga I could slime and I know nigga
I ain't going, I don't wish a nigga would
I be crying, I be hoping
I done took a walk a lot of places
Never been to Poland

Man, these niggas got a little money
Gary Coleman, yeah
Either way it go
Rick James, Rick Oman, yeah
Either way it go
Being tough ain't no motion

'Cause paper had them nigga in your house
Ho, ho, yeah
Paper how your bitches hangin' out on the ocean
Eatin' good, poppin' pussy, takin' shots, rubbin' lotion

Ayy, nigga be way too tough to be broke
Ridin' around the city with a pack in my coat, yeah
Five-hour job 'cause the money counter broke
Ayy, keep it P, you never got no money out that hoe, yeah
Keep it G, you never got no money out that road, yeah
Landin' with them bo's, gotta get them all sold
Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold
Yeah, you wouldn't did that time for them nigga 'cause they told
Yeah, you wouldn't did that time for them nigga 'cause they told
Yeah Keep it G, you never got no money on that road

Money on my mind, I'm on money all the time
If I said that pussy better than that money, I was lying
And I wish a real broke nigga crossed the line
I'd text him like, "Get my belt, get in line"

Nigga too tough around the bitches, that's weird shit
Nigga think they lowkey plottin', but we hear shit
Chop a chop, when it shot a clock, know I'm near shit
I know a broke nigga gon' feel broke when he hear this

Nigga be way too tough to be broke
Ridin' around the city with a A' in my coat, yeah
Five-hour job 'cause the money counter broke
Ayy, keep it P, you never got no money out that hoe
Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road
Yeah, landin' with them bo's, gotta get them all sold
Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold
Yeah, you wouldn't get that time for them nigga 'cause they told
You wouldn't get that time for them nigga 'cause they told
Keep it G, you never got no money out that road