"Ain't Hard To Tell" lyrics
It ain't hard to tell you
These niggas fallin' off
All that funny shit
Fuck all that shit
It ain't hard to tell you
Motherfuck him up, you broke nigga
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Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
You in a dummy race, I'm in a money race
But we still buyin' guns just in case (Yeah)
We find out where niggas stay at if you get out of place (Nigga)
But we ain't into beefin', we just gettin' paid (Money, nigga)
Niggas on the 'Gram bein' funny, though
Yeah, your joke was funny, bro, but you ain't got no money, though
I get five bands a show everytime I'm on the road
And I'm gone three times a week, I'm eatin' in my sleep (Facts)
I ain't never gotta sell dope again (Sell dope again)
Pussy, I ain't never goin' broke again (Goin' broke again)
They got me on probation, I can't smoke again
But I can't still pull up in that 'Cat and hit your ho again (Skrrt)
Fresh as hell when I'm leavin' out the crib, nigga (Yeah)
Rockin' seven-hundred dollar pants, nigga
Gucci T-shirt cost me six hundred (Six hundred)
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Louis backpack but I ain't been to school (I ain't been to school)
Got the belt to match but I ain't get the shoes (Fuck the shoes, nigga)
Went from rags to riches, bitch, I'm livin' proof (Livin' proof)
Killers on my team, they ain't got shit to lose
I'm takin' care of business, I ain't got shit to prove (Yeah)
Gucci swim trunks, Versace flops when I get out the pool
Used to hit Kentucky with a thousand blues (Shh)
It ain't what you move, nigga, it's how you move (Facts)
I ain't been in the streets, I ain't been makin' plays
But I'm still straight 'cause I know how to save
In the Escalade sippin' Ace of Spade (Ace of Spade)
It's gon' cost you five bands to get me on the stage
Got these niggas' stomach hurtin' like they got to shit
Got your bitch givin' head with a lot of spit
Heard your new mixtape, you tellin' lies again
But I ain't really into takin' losses, bitch, I'm tryna win (Uh)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
To they stomach now
Niggas fallin' off
Bling
Fuck that shit, nigga
Niggas hurtin'
Broke-ass nigga
You see me, nigga
Yeah
These niggas fallin' off
All that funny shit
Fuck all that shit
It ain't hard to tell you
Motherfuck him up, you broke nigga
([?])
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds
You in a dummy race, I'm in a money race
But we still buyin' guns just in case (Yeah)
We find out where niggas stay at if you get out of place (Nigga)
But we ain't into beefin', we just gettin' paid (Money, nigga)
Niggas on the 'Gram bein' funny, though
Yeah, your joke was funny, bro, but you ain't got no money, though
I get five bands a show everytime I'm on the road
And I'm gone three times a week, I'm eatin' in my sleep (Facts)
I ain't never gotta sell dope again (Sell dope again)
Pussy, I ain't never goin' broke again (Goin' broke again)
They got me on probation, I can't smoke again
But I can't still pull up in that 'Cat and hit your ho again (Skrrt)
Fresh as hell when I'm leavin' out the crib, nigga (Yeah)
Rockin' seven-hundred dollar pants, nigga
Gucci T-shirt cost me six hundred (Six hundred)
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Louis backpack but I ain't been to school (I ain't been to school)
Got the belt to match but I ain't get the shoes (Fuck the shoes, nigga)
Went from rags to riches, bitch, I'm livin' proof (Livin' proof)
Killers on my team, they ain't got shit to lose
I'm takin' care of business, I ain't got shit to prove (Yeah)
Gucci swim trunks, Versace flops when I get out the pool
Used to hit Kentucky with a thousand blues (Shh)
It ain't what you move, nigga, it's how you move (Facts)
I ain't been in the streets, I ain't been makin' plays
But I'm still straight 'cause I know how to save
In the Escalade sippin' Ace of Spade (Ace of Spade)
It's gon' cost you five bands to get me on the stage
Got these niggas' stomach hurtin' like they got to shit
Got your bitch givin' head with a lot of spit
Heard your new mixtape, you tellin' lies again
But I ain't really into takin' losses, bitch, I'm tryna win (Uh)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (To they stomach now)
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Niggas fallin' off)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (Bling)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Fuck that shit, nigga)
Got these niggas sick to they stomach now (Niggas hurtin')
It ain't hard to tell your money runnin' out (Broke-ass nigga)
Rollie on my wrist, it ain't to tell the time (You see me, nigga)
I want a hundred thou', fuck a hundred rounds (Yeah)
To they stomach now
Niggas fallin' off
Bling
Fuck that shit, nigga
Niggas hurtin'
Broke-ass nigga
You see me, nigga
Yeah
