Separate

Yeah, Ghetto Rich Niggas

You already know what’s goin’ on

(Let’s do it)

Payroll on the mofuckin’ beat,  nigga

(yeah, yeah,  uh)

Havin’ way too much paper (Uh huh)

Too much ice (Yuh)

First things first, let’s get

To work,  I done came up, niggas’ hurt

(They hurt) bag touch end of the month

I just re’d up on the 1st (yeah)

Sippin’ out a half-pint

While I cook a half chirp (Drank)

You run off with that work

And your new car gon’ be a hearse

Sold a thousand half-moons

Now it’s stars on my shirt (Givenchy)

Used to ride the Megabus to put

New cars on the curb (yeah)

Bitch, I motivate the ghetto

All my niggas only hope (Facts)

Bitch asked me what’s my name

Call me anything but broke (Bitch)

Got my feet on niggas neck

(yeah) , a kilo on my chest (A ki)

Got ‘bout sixty on my wrist, bitch

This ain’t my only kit (Nah)

Let them niggas chase hoes

I sit back and let ‘em pick (I’m chillin’)

Used to crawl on marble floors when

My uncle had the bricks (yeah)

I’m a legend, I came up out the ghetto

Ain’t have no choice (Nah)

Starin’ at this water on my neck

It got the hoes moist (Wet)

In Miami, drunk as hell

Crawlin’ out a Rolls Royce (Facts)

I don’t use my watch to tell

The time, ‘cause it’s froze, boy

It’s time to separate the

Workers from the bosses (yeah)

The niggas who be doin’ it

And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)

The niggas who be bullshittin’

And the niggas who be ballin’ (Ballin’)

The niggas who be dealin’

And the ones who doin’ fraud shit

(Let’s separate ‘em)

It’s time to separate the real from the fake

(Yuh) the ones who happy for us from

The niggas who just hate (They hate)

The ones who broke as hell from

The niggas who got pape- (Pape)

Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones

Who got weight (Let’s get it) , bitch

(4-1) i don’t kill ten niggas in a verse

But I could show you how to make

A good ten on the 1st (On the 1st)

I know I could get you whacked with a smirk

But the heat you gon’ bring don’t

Even match what you worth (Ain’t worth it)

I’m gettin’ money, life’s lovely

I don’t fuck with dummies (Nah)

Jeopardize what I got goin’

Then get the fuck from me (Fuck on)

We wise guys and organized

If we committin’ crimes

But we just rhyme, delete that, y’all

I was lyin’ (Here we go)

Last spotted in the coupe, flyin’

Pulled up to the club like Buddy Love

Got out and skilled the whole line

My pockets used to be swole off of sold dimes

Now, when I wear half my jewelry

It blow they whole mind (Damn)

The only time you niggas on

Is when you online rose gold on

Lookin’ like I found a gold mine (Yuh)

Baby, I’m Giovanni, I don’t need a cosign

(Hell nah) these niggas usin’ the work

And me? I sold mines

It’s time to separate the

Workers from the bosses (yeah)

The niggas who be doin’ it

And the niggas who just talkin’ (Talkin’)

The niggas who be bullshittin’

And the niggas who be ballin’ (Ballin’)

The niggas who be dealin’

And the ones who doin’ fraud shit

(Let’s separate ‘em)

It’s time to separate the real from the fake

(Yuh) the ones who happy for us from

The niggas who just hate (They hate)

The ones who broke as hell from

The niggas who got pape- (Pape)

Nickel-and-dime niggas from the ones

Who got weight (Let’s get it) , bitch