Implying That lyrics

[Intro]
(Man, is that Yori?)
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
You say I'm goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats
You say I'm goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats

[Verse 1]
Big money ballin' on n*ggas, Stincs brung that back
I remember the first time when n*ggas started braggin' 'bout the cars we crashed
You thought I was goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
I've been gettin' racks, still gettin' racks, I'ma die with racks
You thought you was f*ckin' with me? Why would you lie like that?
In the county from count to count shootin' dice for snacks
f*ck 12 and the n*ggas that told, bring the lifers back
You keep big extra'ed out ruler clips inside the straps
This a compact XD folded, let you know size don't matter
[?] b*tch, Ralfy, 'cause it's my mind over sh*t that don't matter
I'm only interested in money and sh*t that don't matter
n*ggas bums and we still eatin' steaks on big old platters
'Til you get on my level, you gon' need a big old ladder
Hangin' with the Plug, I turn his head to county jail brain matter
Them other n*ggas in the city ain't factors
Them violent n*ggas you see me with ain't actors
The Plug
[Chorus]
You say I'm goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats
You say I'm goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats

[Verse 2]
You thought I was goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
n*gga whipped out a ghost gun, he gon' die with that
What you want, coke? b*tch, why you actin' high like that?
I ain't enough, b*tch, why would you try like that?
[?] told and he a b*tch, why would you side with that?
Both of my wrists and my neck broke, tell 'em lie on that
A ten-piece on me right now, tell 'em lie on that
Just because you goin' broke, I ain't stop applyin' that
You get ten percent from the labels, I get a hundred of that
He did twenty million streams and only got twenty racks
I can do five million streams and probably get thirty racks
I was finna go and buy another watch, tell 'em lie on that
My coupe really got the A/C that work, you can't ride in that
My old five tinted up in pollen, you gon' die in that
A hundred thousand up whip, you'll never ride in that
[?] mention pastor Ralfy, just make sure you apply the facts
[Chorus]
You say I'm goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats
You say I'm goin' broke? b*tch, why are you implyin' that?
Stop playin' with me, martial arts, I boost two hundred racks
Two chains, three watches, no cap, I got a hundred facts
You can't come around gang and them 'cause you hung with rats