[Chorus]
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can’t see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can’t see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a

[Verse 1]
I can't see you little n***a, [?] man I wouldn't want to be you little n***a
I'm a role with skrilla squad, get your bank roll a little bigger
Gotta wet yo Baby Mama slurped me up but I can’t hit her
I ain’t even want to do it but littlе [?] told me to get her
Got littlе bitch she mad at me because she heard I fucked her sister
I'm smokin’ stupid fruity and that bitch is super freaky
[?]
They let me hear this shit, we burned a couple of blunts of ush
[?], another plastic for the hood
Get in like it is legal
I don't want it unless it's killer
World around the city, I'm that mothafuckin’ n***a

[Chorus]
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a
[Verse 2]
The money in the way, Dolph keepin' stupid stanky loud irons around my waist
Paper route we in the v, I'm smokin' bud and drankin' bub
N***a fuck what it was, shout out to capo thug
Sneakers every day, that what the dope boy kick
[?] with a dope boy wrist
He ain't shit for seventeen and got a dope boy fit
I make dope boy hits, they love this dope boy shit
Forty minutes in the booth and then I'm back out to these streets
I'm handing out the [?], just like I'm handing out these freaks
[?] count this charlie every fuckin' day
I don't see you little n***as because that charlie in the way

[Chorus]
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a

[Verse 3]
Hell naw I don't sell and all that shit these pussy ass rappers, rappin' don't believe them
To the key, to the brick, thats some fairytale shit
From south memphis to the [?], the real n***as bumpin' Dolph
For the hood, all the hustlers and the robbin' ass n***as
Skrilla squad gettin money, you a [?] ass n***a
[?] get your shit straight
What the fuck thirty stacks, i throw that on a mixtape
Put your bitch on that south kush and now she feelin' loose
Shout out n***as in the streets, I shit on n***as in the booth
Young n***a exclusive pistol shooter hundred baby missiles
Rubber band and plenty skrilla, I don't see you little n***as
[Chorus]
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, the money in the way
Can't see you little n***a, m-money in the way
Can't see you little n***a