Caponedagod - Ain't Arguing Lyrics

Pone these broke ass niggas'll stress you out now
Better calm down with that shit
Niggas ain't making no money, I mean think about it
It ain't one nigga that don't like you, that make more money than you
You sitting here worrying about some nigga that ain't got no chicken to em
Man we making money over here, man it's the mob nigga
It's nah for real, hashtag nah for real at that
Yo ass trippin'

Argue in your motherf*ckin' tax bracket, yea
Wise words of a rich nigga
I came from nothing and still made it
Shit it hit different
I make love to my money, you like to kiss bitches (muah)

Mo hoes on a roster than Dawn Staley
I really miss the field, might say f*ck retiring like Tom Brady
I'm a playa baby, I get paid to talk like Paul Heyman
I was supposed to die a couple years ago
Think I'm God's favorite, gots to thank him

Yeah, he gettin' money and don't help, and y'all blame him
Yeah, he start handing out and go broke, then y'all shame him
Yeah, could have a hundred million pennies and it still won't change me,

I'm an East Buff product, nigga mob, but he not us
He was talking real bold and real loud until he got touched
Eighty thousand in this Goyard, it's f*cking up my posture
She want nah for real babies, she fell in love with a mobster

Nigga don't want no beef, I heard he vegan or somethin'
Take me on a lick, nigga I'm leaving with somethin'
It's kinda hard to talk to you, cause you ain't seen a hundred
Cuz pulled a bitch move, nigga I seen it coming

I'm hitting bad hoes in tech, my main bitch get a Van Cleft
I fly out west, we on the balcony making a mess
You ever seen 50 all blues, shit better than sex
I treat this shit like DJ Khaled, nigga you know the rest

I'm really state to state, outside trying to make a name
You was in the crib trying to play the game
I was real trying to make some change
I done seen a quarter f*cking million, he can't say the same
Nigga I know real plugs
You just in the way, you don't matter like a middle name

Argue in your motherf*ckin' tax bracket
Wise words of a rich nigga
I came from nothing and still made it, shit it hit different
I make love to my money, you like to kiss bitches (muah)

Nah for real boys
Hashtag nah for real
And we ain't arguing no more
I swear to God, yea