Dice Game

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, **** be too tough to be broke

Yeah, yeah, aye

**** be way too tough to be broke

Riding 'round the city with a pack in my coat, yeah

Five hour job 'cause the money counter broke

Aye, keep it P, you never got no money out that ho

Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road

Yeah, landing with them bows, gotta get 'em all sold

Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold

Yeah, you went and did that time for them **** 'cause they told

Yeah, I just got back in that mode

Yeah, I just got back from the stove

Yeah, **** tough, dumb, and broke

This a twenty-dollar roast, this a hundred-dollar soap

I'm in SoHo in a Pelle, that's some thousands on a coat

I know **** that made millions selling game and selling dope

I know **** that ain't got it but be acting like they on

I know **** I could slime, and I know **** that ain't going

And I wish a **** would, I be crying, I be hoping

I done took the Wock' a lot of places, never been to Poland

Man, these **** got little money, Gary Coleman

Yeah, either way it go, Rick James, Rick Owens

Yeah, either way it go, being tough ain't no motion

'Cause paper had them **** in your house, ho-hoing

Yeah, paper how your bitches hanging out on the ocean

Eating good, popping pussy, taking shots, rubbing lotion, aye

**** be way too tough to be broke

Riding 'round the city with a pack in my coat, yeah

Five hour job 'cause the money counter broke

Aye, keep it P, you never got no money out that ho

Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road

Yeah, landing with them bows, gotta get 'em all sold

Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold

Yeah, you went and did that time for them **** 'cause they told

Yeah, you went and did that time for them **** 'cause they told

Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out 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

Yeah, and I wish a real broke **** crossed the line

I'd tax him like, get my belt, get in line

Yeah, **** too tough around the bitches, that's weird shit

**** think they lowkey plotting, but we hear shit

Aye, choppa chop, when it shot O'clock, know I'm near shit

Yeah, I know a broke **** gon' feel broke when he hear this

**** be way too tough to be broke

Riding 'round the city with a pack in my coat, yeah

Five hour job 'cause the money counter broke

Aye, keep it P, you never got no money out that ho

Yeah, keep it G, you never got no money out that road

Yeah, landing with them bows, gotta get 'em all sold

Four black trucks with them hoes and they cold

Yeah, you went and did that time for them **** 'cause they told

Yeah, you went and did that time for them **** 'cause they told

Keep it G, you never got no money out that road