Welfare (Outro) Lyrics – FattMack

Read the full Welfare (Outro) lyrics by FattMack from the album Mr. Did It By Hisself 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Fattmack’s music, you can also explore Night Time and Ride Out, two other songs by Fattmack.

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Is this what having money feels like, huh? (Fatt)
Everybody asking me for something
People I ain’t talked to in years calling my phone (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t want it, man
I heard this quote once
Money don’t change you, it changes the people around you (Fatt)

[Verse]

I’m in a mansion, we just was on welfare
I ride through LA with this b!tch, she from Bel Air
Every time I ever fell down, ain’t no one care
Anytime I needеd n!ggas, they weren’t thеre
You trust that b!tch, you gon’ find out she not real
She let me fu*k, she came up with the idea
She said she love me, I honestly don’t care
Long live my brothers, this life s*it ain’t fair
I had fell down and got up, fell back down, got back up
If my clothes touching dirt, it don’t matter
She ain’t gon’ cheat, that lil’ b!tch, she know better
Police ask me, tell ’em I don’t know nothing
I pulled up on her in Louis, she rocking the one-piece
This ho looking like a pro wrestler
I don’t want s*x, baby, give your soul to me
He get upset, he gon’ get his soul tooken
Don’t ask no questions, shut up and roll with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When new n!ggas come around, I don’t fu*k with it
It’ll never be down if you say it’s up with me
Shawty gave me that head and I fell in love with it
If you really my bro, come and do these drügs with me, yeah
If you really my folks, come and pour this mud with me
I do not rob, I grew up with drug dealers
I fu*ked her one time and she fell in love with me (Yeah, yeah)
I made it out, but I’m with my same killers

I made it out, but I’m still on painkillers
I made it out, but I’m still the same n!gga
My bro shot an opp, he still clutch the same pistol, yeah
You work a job, that don’t make you lame, n!gga
I worked a job and now look, I’m way richer
I started smiling, this s*it got way bigger
I’m gon’ keep popping it on these hating n!ggas

[Outro]
You gotta look at us, look at us, look at us (Kev)
I’m not looking over there, man
Look at our circumstances, man
Look where we from
I’m tired of this, man
I’m sick of worrying ’bout WIC cards
I’m sick of worrying ’bout the government
I can’t eat, I’m broke, n!gga, I’m broke
And you’ve got the power to change that, Kev, nobody else
You