Yung Ladd - Proof lyrics

[Pre-Chorus] I'm just trying to make my music and f** hoes in my Jacuzzi But I hear n***as talking foolish Got that 30 round on me partner, please don't make me prove it [Verse 1] That money make me obnoxious Self centered, intolerable If I can't make no dollars off you, b**h I don't even wanna talk to you f** your feelings, f** your point of view I couldn't care less about what you're going through Real recognize real And I'm not so sure of you biiitch f** you what from me? I am not handing out charity Gold diggers wanna marry me Someone tell them hoes to seek therapy I got enough stress I got money from that f**ed up deal that I still ain't touch yet It's me, myself, and I You think we give a f** if that makes you upset? Truthfully, no truthfully What else could you do to me I watched Momma pawn all of her j**elry, just so she can buy food to eat You know who wins if it's you or me I ain't half the Sane as I use to be You damn right I been losing Sleep I been on a three year losing streak But I ain't lost a step I was in too deep, than I caught my Breath They say that experience is the best teacher, in that case, I guess I taught myself Burner on my, no that ain't nothing new Same n***a from last year The truth is I couldn't change even if I was a Cashier [Pre-Chorus] I'm just trying to make my music and f** hoes in my Jacuzzi But I hear n***as talking foolish Got that 30 round on me partner, please don't make me prove it [Chorus] I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me prove it If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me proof it If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it [Verse 2] I say f** whoever don't Rock With me n***a your opinion is so obsolete I put a price on your thinking Cap and then all my Goons go on a shopping spree I ain't making no Twitter rants, I'm too motherf**ing sitting phat I got too much dough to be desperate and not enough to be kicking back It go red b**h, brown b**h, Mix-N-Match I f** 'em but I never Deal with them I'm a dog a** n***a but they still dig me I get more p**y than kitty litter I wake up and see Billboards, that means I see the bigger picture I'm 'bout my Cut like a surgeon's scalpel or a razor blade and a pair of scissors biiitch I'm all I got and I got no complaints Pistol full of prayers and my heart filled with Novacane Dollar after dollar trying to reach my quota That's why I wake up to grind like a cup of Folgers [Pre-Chorus] I'm just trying to make my music and f** hoes in my Jacuzzi But I hear n***as talking foolish Got that 30 round on me partner, please don't make me prove it [Chorus] I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me prove it If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me proof it If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it