[Verse 1]
Sick of these niggas (Sick)
Sick of these niggas (Sick, sick)
Hire some help (Help)
Get rid of these niggas (Skrr)
Sick of this shit, move to the Ritz
Move to the back
It is what it is, yeah
GLE, 'cause that Lambo movin' fast (Skrr)
S Class, G Class, lotta class, yeah
In a rocket and that bitch ain't got no tags, yeah
Louis bags in exchange for body bags, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Sick of these niggas
Sick of these niggas
Hire some help, get rid of these niggas
Fuck what it was-was, it is what it is
Whatever you did, it is what it is

[Chorus]
And I'm so tired
I fuck with the mob, but I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes
Thеy want me gone but I don't know why
It's too late for all that lovеy-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that lovey-lovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that

[Post-Chorus]
Sick of these niggas
Sick of these niggas
Hire some help, get rid of these niggas
I'm not with the ra-ra
I am a Dada
My bitch in Chanel now
Your bitch in Escada! (Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick)

[Verse 2]
And they shook
Please don't let them fool ya
I don't care how they look (Nah)
Heard all of the shaking
Now it's quiet, now it's shush (Shh)
Twenty-nine is coming
They on edge when I cook
Lead the league in scoring
Man, but look at my assists
Yeah, when I visit Future but I like to reminisce
I do not forget a thing
I'm patient, it's a gift (Yeah)
Try to tell 'em they ain't got to do it, they insist
I can tell
I just gave 'em two for forty million like Chappelle
Standing over coffin with a hammer and a nail
Heard you hit up so
But, that name don't ring a bell (Nah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Sick of these niggas
Hire some help, get rid of these niggas
I'm sick of this shit
I'm runnin' a blitz
Whatever you did, it is what it is

[Chorus]
And I'm so tired (So tired)
I fuck with the mob, but I got ties (Lotta ties, lotta ties)
Knock you off to pay their tithes
They want me gone but I don't know why
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit
I'm your brother shit, all that other shit
It's too late for all that
It's too late for all that