Exhausted

(альбом: Ballin Ain't A Crime 2 - 2020)

Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it
I been balling so damn hard, I'm exhausted
Surrounded by a table full of bosses
We just keep winning, we don't worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I'm exhausted
Been balling so hard, I'm exhausted
Had a run so long, I'm exhausted
We just keep winning, we don't worry 'bout the losses

Both hands numb, counting up a hun'
Fucking up the club, yeah, we do that shit for fun
Told the strippers go get dressed, bitch, y'all coming home with us
Is we fucking, ho? What's up? Bitch, this lil' money ain't nothing, yeah
They say if money ain't change you, you ain't made enough
You got that play money, you can't play with us
Garbage bag full, we just filled the table up
I got paper cuts, you fucking with me, must be on angel dust
Was just in a slump, stayed down, now I'm up
Rollie fully bust, you won't see me with no buffs
All this shit these niggas doing now, they got that shit from us
So much cheese in a month, I don't know who I can trust, nigga
Line 'em all up, they can't fuck with us
Take some shit from us, you gon' get your head bust, nigga
Fuck a bitch and her twin sister, and-one, nigga
You get money, we get money too, and what, nigga?

Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it
I been balling so damn hard, I'm exhausted
Surrounded by a table full of bosses
We just keep winning, we don't worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I'm exhausted
Been balling so hard, I'm exhausted
Had a run so long, I'm exhausted
We just keep winning, we don't worry 'bout the losses

I hear you talking big in your raps, huh?
Heard you putting bigs in the trap, huh?
You waiting on unc' to drop the bag, huh?
Boy, you broke as hell and homeless, shut your ass up, bum
Rollie on my wrist, it look like glass, don't it?
Wear this bitch around my hood with no mag, don't I?
Cash it out myself, I ain't go half on it
Do the math on it, run you 'bout a slab, don't it, nigga?
Raw was so good, just put a half on it
Run off on your tab, you know shit'll really get bad, won't it?
I just middle-manned a brick, had to put mines on it
Chill with all that talking on the phone, you'll do time for it
Niggas hear my shit and get inspired, holmes
Know my niggas riding with me right or wrong
Had them bitches in for a minute, now they gone
I don't wanna meet your mans, he might got a wire on

Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it
I been balling so damn hard, I'm exhausted
Surrounded by a table full of bosses
We just keep winning, we don't worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I'm exhausted
Been balling so hard, I'm exhausted
Had a run so long, I'm exhausted
We just keep winning, we don't worry 'bout the losses

(David Wesson)