I keep on telling my bitch don't cry I keep on telling my bitch don't cry Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times Knew I had a hard time being broke Okay, I don't have a hard time saying no It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong I can't lay up and beat yo' face Bitch, I gotta beat the road I be chillin', I can pop it, half a million dollar watches Call it what you want, I'm rich, and still would tell you I ain't got it, nigga I come from watching Pops in the kitchen tryna lock a nigga I wouldn't get on side of this whip, we ride with choppers, nigga Jet to the island, tell my bitch bring a friend or two She gon' dance for a thousand, I'm tryna see what ten would do We don't speak on these niggas, you lil ass boys invisible Them new Glocks ain't stopping shit, bro still gon' put that switch to use How it's a problem if I leave when I come back with all this pape'? I'm a boss, I got employees, I can dock a nigga pay Seem like more money you make more nigga wanna see that grave We in LA with them states, don't think you finna get no fade, nigga I keep telling my bitch don't cry Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times Knew I had a hard time being broke Okay, I don't have a hard time saying no It's a problem if I stay, problem if I go It's like more money that I make, the more shit that go wrong They say the streets don't love no one, ain't hear nothing 'bout what the road say By the time I come home, bae, I'll be 44, I will I just wrote my will, the Lord knows this life get real, I say Dummy, don't poke fun, you get a bond, you coming here Feel my time be coming near, put insurance on all my jewels But if he reach, he still kill He flipped the truck and made the news, I thank the Lord I'm still here I thank the Lord I'm still-, I thank the Lord I'm still him Bitch, I went broke so many times, that's why the trenches feel him I keep on telling my bitch don't cry Can't say this shit won't hurt again, this time I won't lie My opps won't dare to speak again, I tell 'em don't die Put seventy thousand on my wrist, that's just for hard times Knew I had a hard time being broke