Monsta, Lil' G - Let 'Em Know Lyrics

Yeah
Monsta what it do man
Still on the profit man
We gone let 'em know we gone let it show
We gone keep countin' dough you know how it go
You either go with the flow or get lost
Oooh Word
Run up on 'em broad day let them know
Bitch I'm 'bout it squeeze the fire let it go
Fuck these niggas why they hatin' on the low
I put money over bitches fuck them hoes
We be trapping stacking cake until I blow
I'm just rappin' will I make it I don't know
Paper chasin' and I'm all about my dough
H.E.H. Y.S.E we on go
I'm Y.S.E. 'til they put me in the casket
Comin' up man a nigga never had shit
Young nigga I was known to flip a pack quick
On the block with the rock tryna make it back flip
Like a hat trick I'm doin' magic
Make a nigga disappear smoke him to some ashes
Know we on fire like a book of matches
And we going blow for blow so how many matches
Does it take until we on top
Go hard nigga don't stop
Right mind in the wrong spot
Yeah I know them niggas gone plot
I just kill them from a long shot
I got aim nigga
Let them real niggas in the game nigga
If they hatin' then it's just a shame nigga
Now they killin' for the fame nigga
So I rather get it with my same niggas
I'm just chasing this dough
When you work too much then you gotta lay low
Niggas every day out here on the payroll
Love it when it's fast but we hate it when it's slow
Ain't nothing changed you can tell how it go
You either maintain or you're losing your soul
Take my time cause I only will grow
So will we make it I don't know
Run up on 'em broad day let them know
Bitch I'm 'bout it squeeze the fire let it go
Fuck these niggas why they hatin' on the low
I put money over bitches fuck them hoes
We be trapping stacking cake until I blow
I'm just rappin' will I make it I don't know
Paper chasin' and I'm all about my dough
H.E.H. Y.S.E we on go
I'ma make it fuck who all disagree
Got these niggas low key hatin' now they all dissin' me
Cause I'm headin' to the top of this rap game
I go hard on these beats
'Til I get it I'ma still be a trap king
Serving raw on these streets
Getting paper really live this they just fakin'
All this money that I'm makin'
And these chances that I'm takin'
Why they hatin' on the low
I'm about it they just talkin'
Never doubt me keep on walkin'
Always got the heater on me
Squeeze the fire let it go
When I'm rappin' Hit 'Em Hard that's my team
Drivin' fast and street assassins
And they all ride with me
All my niggas gone take off switch lanes
And the squad ridin' deep
All the money that I make off this fame
Spend it on family
That's a promise
I'ma ride they gon' ride
I say get them they gon' get them
That's my niggas they the realest
Hit 'Em Hard we on go
If I die they gon' die if they kill me they gon' kill 'em
Pullin' triggas they're some killas
Will I make it I don't know
Run up on 'em broad day let them know
Bitch I'm 'bout it squeeze the fire let it go
Fuck these niggas why they hatin' on the low
I put money over bitches fuck them hoes
We be trapping stacking cake until I blow
I'm just rappin' will I make it I don't know
Paper chasin' and I'm all about my dough
H.E.H. Y.S.E we on go
From H.E.H. to Y.S.E man non stop
You know how we rockin' non stoppin"
Now you in the presence of some bosses
Squad

Yeah
Monsta what it do man
Still on the profit man
We gone let 'em know we gone let it show
We gone keep countin' dough you know how it go
You either go with the flow or get lost
Oooh Word
Run up on 'em broad day let them know
Bitch I'm 'bout it squeeze the fire let it go
Fuck these niggas why they hatin' on the low
I put money over bitches fuck them hoes
We be trapping stacking cake until I blow
I'm just rappin' will I make it I don't know
Paper chasin' and I'm all about my dough
H.E.H. Y.S.E we on go
I'm Y.S.E. 'til they put me in the casket
Comin' up man a nigga never had shit
Young nigga I was known to flip a pack quick
On the block with the rock tryna make it back flip
Like a hat trick I'm doin' magic
Make a nigga disappear smoke him to some ashes
Know we on fire like a book of matches
And we going blow for blow so how many matches
Does it take until we on top
Go hard nigga don't stop
Right mind in the wrong spot
Yeah I know them niggas gone plot
I just kill them from a long shot
I got aim nigga
Let them real niggas in the game nigga
If they hatin' then it's just a shame nigga
Now they killin' for the fame nigga
So I rather get it with my same niggas
I'm just chasing this dough
When you work too much then you gotta lay low
Niggas every day out here on the payroll
Love it when it's fast but we hate it when it's slow
Ain't nothing changed you can tell how it go
You either maintain or you're losing your soul
Take my time cause I only will grow
So will we make it I don't know
Run up on 'em broad day let them know
Bitch I'm 'bout it squeeze the fire let it go
Fuck these niggas why they hatin' on the low
I put money over bitches fuck them hoes
We be trapping stacking cake until I blow
I'm just rappin' will I make it I don't know
Paper chasin' and I'm all about my dough
H.E.H. Y.S.E we on go
I'ma make it fuck who all disagree
Got these niggas low key hatin' now they all dissin' me
Cause I'm headin' to the top of this rap game
I go hard on these beats
'Til I get it I'ma still be a trap king
Serving raw on these streets
Getting paper really live this they just fakin'
All this money that I'm makin'
And these chances that I'm takin'
Why they hatin' on the low
I'm about it they just talkin'
Never doubt me keep on walkin'
Always got the heater on me
Squeeze the fire let it go
When I'm rappin' Hit 'Em Hard that's my team
Drivin' fast and street assassins
And they all ride with me
All my niggas gone take off switch lanes
And the squad ridin' deep
All the money that I make off this fame
Spend it on family
That's a promise
I'ma ride they gon' ride
I say get them they gon' get them
That's my niggas they the realest
Hit 'Em Hard we on go
If I die they gon' die if they kill me they gon' kill 'em
Pullin' triggas they're some killas
Will I make it I don't know
Run up on 'em broad day let them know
Bitch I'm 'bout it squeeze the fire let it go
Fuck these niggas why they hatin' on the low
I put money over bitches fuck them hoes
We be trapping stacking cake until I blow
I'm just rappin' will I make it I don't know
Paper chasin' and I'm all about my dough
H.E.H. Y.S.E we on go
From H.E.H. to Y.S.E man non stop
You know how we rockin' non stoppin"
Now you in the presence of some bosses
Squad