Stupid Rappers lyrics

[Intro: Biggie Smalls]
That's real you know, I ain't exaggerating at all
The more money you make the more problems you get
And jealousy and envy is, is something that comes with the territory man
A lot of people with this negative energy, like my man Puff say..
" it just surrounds you"

[Verse 1: Tay B]
All facts lil' n*gga huh
Aye, my b*tch a church girl so her shoes Christian
Focused on beefin' man n*ggas really act like children
I focus on money b*tch, big difference
You showed yo true colors, n*gga keep yo distance
Used to get rooms at the Westin, still keep my Smith and- huh
Now its five star residential
Yea, Five star dinners, five star women
Workers work hard like they get paid off commission
Turn a one into a three like a mathematician
Don't need no n*ggas, yea it ain't no mo' additions
These n*ggas snitches, they be giving out the whole description
SO I won't let nobody get close to see how im livin'
Yea when you had that money, you ain't save none
Im the one that looked out when n*ggas changed up
Thinkin' to my self , like I should've been had his brains busted
n*ggas was on lame stuff, I ain't the same one
Huh, when you ain't got sh*t to give 'em huh
Yea n*ggas tend to get so forgetful huh
Tryna' get with my dawgs in this kennel huh?
You ain't even got the right credentials huh
I got work, just make sure you bring utensils huh
Bad smart b*tch she got potential huh?
[Hook: Tay B]
Imma buy you diamonds we gon' switch the climate
Yea you ain't got no M's, n*gga you can't sign me
Yea I got two twins and you know they Siamese huh
Yea
(x2)

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yea, G Wagon lights look like.. huh
Yea, G Wagon lights look like they blinkin'
Little n*gga, I be with the demons
Lookin' at my chain, what the f*ck you thinkin' ?
Huh, A king is how they f*cking treat me
Yea, im about my Franklins, my b*tch name Aretha
I was searchin' for the keys, I had to call Alicia
Yea, they copy my work I should be a teacher
Its some sh*t you ain't taught yo b*tch that Imma teach her
God take away my bad vibes, and all my leachers
Yea they doubted me at first, I made them believers
Yea, let you chase these hoes, while I chase these chips
You need to stop hitting the road, cause it ain't making sense (cents)
Cause every time yo ass get home, boy you ain't got sh*t
f*ck you got going on, what you making cents?
What you stackin' for some Fendi, stackin' for a Bentley?
What you stackin' for a chain, stacking for a semi?
To me it look like yo ass stackin' for some Wendy's
Huh, had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
Had to get rich my lifestyle was philthy
[Outro: Biggie Smalls]
Don't be a stupid rapper
Have somebody else tell them what to do
Whatever you gon' do, do it for a reason
Don't be a fool and do it because somebody else is doing it
I wanted to get in the game and get the big house, and the cars, with the pool and I wanted to do all that
That's one of the bad things about the game, when you get large even yo friends will turn against you man