Testo Exhausted - Peezy

Exhausted

Made a hundred racks off the phone, then I tossed it
I been ballin' so damn hard, I’m exhausted
Surrounded by a table full of bosses
We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I’m exhausted
Been ballin' so hard, I’m exhausted
Had a run so long, I’m exhausted
We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses
Both hands numb, countin' up a hun'
Fuckin' up the club, yeah, we do that shit for fun
Told the strippers go get dressed, bitch, y’all comin' home with us
Is we fuckin', ho? What’s up? Bitch, this lil' money ain’t nothin', 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 fuckin' 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 doin' 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 ballin' so damn hard, I’m exhausted
Surrounded by a table full of bosses
We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I’m exhausted
Been ballin' so hard, I’m exhausted
Had a run so long, I’m exhausted
We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses
I hear you talkin' big in your raps, huh?
Heard you puttin' bigs in the trap, huh?
You waitin' 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 talkin' on the phone, you’ll do time for it
Niggas hear my shit and get inspired, holmes
Know my niggas ridin' 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 ballin' so damn hard, I’m exhausted
Surrounded by a table full of bosses
We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses
I counted so much money, I’m exhausted
Been ballin' so hard, I’m exhausted
Had a run so long, I’m exhausted
We just keep winnin', we don’t worry 'bout the losses
(David Wesson)