Real Money

Yeah, I was just runnin' to the back
Since my lights turned off, I put two hundred on the dash
We got shots, we got money, made a gang of niggas start GoFundMe's
Seen your pockets, that is not your money

Yeah, I keep stick like a senior citizen
I drop big shit on 'em, you talkin' 'bout, "She innocent"
When you ask 'em where they from, they answer come off Ritalin
I don't fuck with square hoes unless they got some benefits, nigga
I'm a stepper, how I rock, I feel great
I'm from the trenches, shit was hard, brother got real pape'
Just to go over his house, gotta wiggle through steel gates
You tell her turn off my music, that's real hate

Eat the dick, now we don't go on real dates
You see me smilin' when it's up, nigga, that's my kill face
Better run Forrest, suck or die, we order steak
Should buy a gun for him or that's another nigga spanked

Twenty-five hundred for the shoes, why wrestle? I'm a stepper
G's thought niggas would know me better
Nights in the county, I was dealin' with pressure
I keep brodie by my side because he be with whatever, shit
Twenty thousand, that is not no real money
Shit, I need a couple million, enough I could chill money
Told brodie one thing, "Don't steal from me"
In the meantime, I'm countin' this gettin'-you-killed money

Niggas talkin' 'bout they stats, they wasn't in the field
Where the fuck you live? Who you even kill?
Niggas couldn't hold a buck if you don't keep it real
Niggas got me tryna funk it out with Stuart Little

I told bro to kick the cup, he sippin' syrup still

Known to dim a nigga lights, I'm callin' him Holyfield
Why would niggas even test him when you know he will?
You brought this nigga to my crib, but when you know he steal
Is this your cousin? Shit, he gettin' smoked
I got bitches worried 'bout my other bitch, I'm hittin' both
Catch him right on his block and turn him all to indo
I'm an immigrant nigga, so you don't know my kinfolk

Twenty-five hundred for the shoes, why wrestle? I'm a stepper
G's thought niggas would know me better
Nights in the county, I was dealin' with pressure
I keep brodie by my side because he be with whatever, shit
Twenty thousand, that is not no real money
Shit, I need a couple million, enough I could chill money
Told brodie one thing, "Don't steal from me"
In the meantime, I'm countin' this gettin'-you-killed money