Told Ya So lyrics

[Verse 1: Ali]
Life's f*cking great, I dig her, I love her
Making all this money, so I'm doing for others
And how the hell we still together? 'Cause n*gga, we brothers
And we gon' ball forever, just me and my brothers
Me and my people, me and my fam
Me and this new chick, just flew her in town
Got this chick out in Vegas, do whatever I tell her
Am I gon' settle down? sh*t, I'm thinking never
Player condos, nice whips, pretty women
I'm in love with this sh*t, 'cause n*gga, we living
n*gga, we winning, I hate to tell ya
Promis I'll never settle for failure
Believe that

[Chorus: Quez]
All we get is money, been getting it all our life
I love being single, I ain't looking for no wife
I'm 'bout to get this cheese, dawg, I'm tryna get this paper
And this song right here, it's for them haters
I hate to tell ya
Yeah
I hate to tell ya
Uh
I hate to tell 'em
What
I hate to tell 'em
That I told you so
I got a bad b*tch in the backseat, got a bad b*tch in the front
And she'll do about anything, she about whatever I want
I hate to tell 'em
What
I hate to tell 'em
That I told you so
[Verse 2: Strap]
Bad b*tch in the back, bad b*tch in the front
One counting the cash, one rolling the blunt
Boy, all we get is paper, [?]
Tryna get that new house, make Ohpra my neighbor
We stay kicking flavor, f*ck all you haters
We hear them talking, but no, they won't faze us
I told y'all n*ggas [?]
I iced out my neck, then I iced out my wrist
Leaned up my sprite, then I sprited up my whip
Nina on my hip, I'll sink a n*gga ship
At the Fountain Blue, where I pipe down your b*tch
You only live once, I'ma die filthy rich

[Chorus: Quez]
All we get is money, been getting it all our life
I love being single, I ain't looking for no wife
I'm 'bout to get this cheese, dawg, I'm tryna get this paper
And this song right here, it's for them haters
I hate to tell ya
Yeah
I hate to tell ya
Uh
I hate to tell 'em
What
I hate to tell 'em
That I told you so
I got a bad b*tch in the backseat, got a bad b*tch in the front
And she'll do about anything, she about whatever I want
I hate to tell 'em
What
I hate to tell 'em
That I told you so
[Verse 3: Quez]
Yeah, my n*ggas, we get lots of cake
Somebody tell them what time it is
Ain't even wear no watch today
And I sware to God, these n*ggas won't get the best of me
And [?] wanna have sex with me, but I'm tryna [?]
Oh yeah
If that ain't pimpin, n*gga, what do you call that?
If that ain't money, n*gga, tell them to call back
I really hate it [?] lady
I hate to be doing what that n*gga doing on the daily, n*gga
It takes a team, n*gga, go chase your dream
Cash rules everything around me, go chase your cream
Yeah
A couple n*ggas gone, and I hate the feeling
Them n*ggas ask me where I've been, and I hate to tell them

[Chorus: Quez]
All we get is money, been getting it all our life
I love being single, I ain't looking for no wife
I'm 'bout to get this cheese, dawg, I'm tryna get this paper
And this song right here, it's for them haters
I hate to tell ya
Yeah
I hate to tell ya
Uh
I hate to tell 'em
What
I hate to tell 'em
That I told you so
I got a bad b*tch in the backseat, got a bad b*tch in the front
And she'll do about anything, she about whatever I want
I hate to tell 'em
What
I hate to tell 'em
That I told you so