[Intro: CJ FLY]
And if I ain't have it, I don't think anyone would call me and I'll feel so alone
But if I ain't have it people would hit me up to see if they could get a loan
And if I ain't have it, I don't think anyone would call me and I'll feel so alone
But if I ain't have it people would hit me up to see if they could get a loan
[Chorus: Kevin Ross]
I got too many problems so far
Baby needs new shoes and she need a new car
They say he's a fool and his money subpar
Every time I move all I see is hands out
They take my money, yeah
(She just take your money then she)
Just take my money
(They just take your money then they fly away)
Now who's lookin' for a hand out
[Verse 1: IDK]
Yeah, I just got seven hunnid from my last show
But if I put it in my bank I'ma asshole
My girl's tellin' me she wants to get her nails done
And plus she need a couple dollars 'till her check come
The fact is I'm lucky I lack kids
'Cause if that was the case my ass would admit
That I'm not rich, I'm as average as gets
But the fact is I'm sorta famous
And yeah that's the reason for all this stuntin'
Faking and all this bluffin'
The reason I'm gettin' paid for shows but having nothin'
It's crazy, I'm really trying to be more Jay-Z
But more MC Hammer is what I've been on lately
Or Wesley, IRS cannot touch me
Or test me, is what I think every time that the letter come
I'm staring at it 'bout to open up
'Till my girl call and she need a dub
Bitch whaaa?
[Chorus: Kevin Ross]
I got too many problems so far
Baby needs new shoes and she need a new car
They say he's a fool and his money subpar
Every time I move all I see is hands out
They take my money, yeah
(She just take your money then she)
Just take my money
(They just take your money then they fly away)
Now who's lookin' for a hand out
[Verse 2: Kevin Ross]
I got school loans, credit cards and bill collectors
Debt so deep it wouldn't matter which foot you step with
Underpaid the overhead is too depressin'
Champaign for the pain too drown out all this flexin'
We in Vegas fuck all that scratch to win
Tax is sin
Time to flip up the mattresses
Backpack the Benz full of the ratchets
Take 'em on trips don't even know what an atlas is
Caviar, caviar for the stars you charge the visa
Ridin' down Sunset Boulevard lookin' for my Mona Lisa, yeah
I'll be broke goin' out like this
Finna be like Eddie Kane singin' nights like this
Devil after my soul
He say sign right here
The ink dries and the chains appear, damn
[Chorus: Kevin Ross]
I got too many problems so far
(I'm so tired of these people [?])
Baby needs new shoes and she need a new car
They say he's a fool and his money subpar
Every time I move all I see is hands out
They take my money, yeah
(She just take your money then she)
Just take my money
(They just take your money then they fly away)
Now who's lookin' for a hand out
[Verse 3: IDK]
Ok, fuck you, fuck that, fuck rap, this check
I ain't makin' shit yet
But they tryin' to inject
Their problems into my life
They don't even think twice
They don't even give a fuck, they just tryin' to get a buck
Uncle Sam fuck you
Sally eat a dick too
Took 64 credits
Didn't even get to
Didn't even get a job
Made my own company
Word go to DMX
What these bitches want from me
What these bitches want from me
What my friends want from me
What my fam want from me
Oh I know, money
Cool, where your business plan?
I need a proposal
Cause if you want a hand out
That is what I won't do
[Outro: Brain Arsinal]
Mr. Mills Brain Arsinal again
Look, all jokes aside, things are getting pretty serious on this end. You have a tax link, you know what that means? It means fuck all your other bills you owe, this shit is more important. You could be looking at jail time. Young chocolate niggas like us, we don't last long in jail bro. Not sure how well you can fight, but not even Bruce Lee could keep twenty niggas outta his ass. You get raped in jail, you can kiss your street cred goodbye. Ain't no hood nigga gonna bump your shit if you get raped over tax money. Think about your butthole Mr. Mills. Call us back
