Bet Some

[Produced by The Mekanics & S Dot Fire] [Hook – Don Trip] You gon’ pull up in what? Bet some money You gon’ do what to who? Then bet some money I just don’t believe you, just bet some money Nah I just don’t believe you, then bet some money I bet any kind of money you just full of shit I bet any kind of money you just full of shit Nah I just don’t believe you, bet some money Nah I just don’t believe you, then bet some money [Verse 1 – Don Trip] Your car don’t come out till when? Right From what I hear in your mixtape you been rich your whole life So come take a walk with me Let me introduce you to all my guys Please take your hands up out my pockets and keep them visible at all times You see cause they don’t know much about you And your tape ain’t quite a voucher Kill that noise, nigga don’t be mad at us The shit you rapping bout just ain’t adding up You got tons of it or so I hear Well ain’t no way these streets is dry Ain’t no way there could be a drought Look at all the work you supply You just rapping, I’m no Pablo Never have I ever gave that impression I came from one ounce, it’s nothing special Now I’m flyer than all the Jettisons And I’m not rich as I want to be, wish I could mentor the younger me I used to be saying I went through hell so I kinda transformed like Bumblebee And ain’t no money gon’ come to me And I won’t sell my soul to get it I just say what I’m going through I cross my fingers and hope you get it I know you lying, but at least it sound good I mean I get it, it’s entertainment Cause the only thing worse than being broke Must be being broke while you’re famous [Hook] [Verse 2 – Shy Glizzy] I’m not so fake and you not so real I cut the deals and you got a deal 30 K on my Glizzy piece Naw bitch, I ain’t got to chill Might run up on you, enjoy the heat Mama this month I got the bills My young nigga heated, he tryna beef Running round asking who got the pills He off the Perc and he off the Molly Play with Glizzy, he catch a body Big chopper send you to the doctor Sorry Scotty, you can keep the shotty Ching ching before everybody All my niggas pull up in Audis Real nigga walk in the room Shh, everybody be quiet I spent 100 this month Bet 100 you a punk Always talking bout you got 100 in the trunk Short [?] ass always in the front Bitch give me head while I’m lighting up a blunt She say Jeffe let me see you stunt Sorry not a hater, no you got the wrong one Fuck what you heard, go anywhere I want [Hook]