Scammers Jackboys Robbers! lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, no way
No way, b*tch, no way (Quit, n*gga)
No way, ain't no way, yeah, no way
No way, yeah, ain't no way

[Chorus]
Ha, last year, I was— wait, psh, wait a minute, that was years ago
I used to be broke as f*ck, down bad, but that was years ago
I just seen this one b*tch, think I hit, but that was years ago
n*ggas always got they hand out, that sh*t so pitiful
b*tch, 'round here, we got that type of money that be plentiful
We the type to f*ck them ratchet hoes and curb a centerfold
7.62s gon' send his ass straight to the clinical
n*ggas be talkin' sh*t but owe you money, that sh*t typical
b*tch, I give a f*ck if it's ten dollars, it's the principle
I remember juggin' for them iPhones off of Visible
I hang with thе scammers, jackboy, robbers, I like criminals
Tryna stеp away from crime, but, damn, them checks be lookin' so printable

[Verse 1]
My bank can't tell if my money dirty or clean, that sh*t so mixable
I order thirty thousand, but I need twenty thousand additional
She cappin' for the live, say I ain't f*ck, but that sh*t fictional
You say you don't do it for the money, what you in it for?
[Bridge]
(Ain't no way, ain't no way)
You say you don't do it for the money, what you in it for?
(Ain't no way, b*tch, yeah, ain't no way, b*tch, yeah)
You say you don't do it for the money, what you in it for?

[Verse 2]
The way these hoes'll do you, man, that sh*t is unforgivable
The way this life sh*t go, man, this sh*t be so unpredictable (Quit, n*gga)
You ain't know your b*tch a freak, she eat the di*k like it's nutritional
And don't tell me you love me, 'cause that sh*t be so conditional
She keep tryna tell her friends that we in love, she must be miserable
I gotta touch the money every day, that sh*t medicinal
You say you don't do it for the money, what you in it for?
(Ain't no way, b*tch, yeah, ain't no way, b*tch, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ha, last year, I was— wait, psh, wait a minute, that was years ago
I used to be broke as f*ck, down bad, but that was years ago
I just seen this one b*tch, think I hit, but that was years ago
n*ggas always got they hand out, that sh*t so pitiful
b*tch, 'round here, we got that type of money that be plentiful
We the type to f*ck them ratchet hoes and curb a centerfold
7.62s gon' send his ass straight to the clinical
n*ggas be talkin' sh*t but owe you money, that sh*t typical
b*tch, I give a f*ck if it's ten dollars, it's the principle
I remember juggin' for them iPhones off of Visible
I hang with the scammers, jackboy, robbers, I like criminals
Tryna step away from crime, but, damn, them checks be lookin' so printable