Realer N Realer

I like to do what I wanna do

I like to play with the bands

I got that money and fame now

My family don't understand

(Wheezy outta here)

Shit gettin' realer and realer

Ah, came up on a couple of million

Ah, I invest that in some buildings

Ah, look at my money it triplin'

Ah, shit gettin realer and realer

Ah, I lost my bros to the system

Ah, I lost my bro to a pistol

Ah, they tried to take me with him

Ah, I can't go for that, no, no

I stand with killers every day

Keep a .40, it's hungry

I turn your block to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got lean-stain on it

I'ma give it to my maid

Ah, people love to talk about the money that they made

Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save

Who am I to talk about it, I blow money every day

'Cause I know when you die you can't take this shit to your grave

Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space

Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week

Ah, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit

Twelve-gauge hit 'em, he do black-flips

.40 hit him and he Michael Jackson

Ah, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit

Only wanna fuck one time, baby

I'm gonna fall back, shit

Matter fact, you wanna fuck, I'll put you on the call-back list

But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch

Shit gettin' realer and realer

Ah, came up on a couple of million

Ah, I invest that in some buildings

Ah, look at my money it triplin'

Ah, shit gettin realer and realer

Ah, I lost my bros to the system

Ah, I lost my bro to a pistol

Ah, they tried to take me with him

Ah, I can't go for that, no, no

I stand with killers every day

Keep a .40, it's hungry

I turn your block to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got lean-stain on it

I'ma give it to my maid

All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave

Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away

I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave

Havin' a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day

Shit gettin realer, a thriller

I came up on a lotta Ms

Gotta pop on the opps

We shootin' as soon as we see 'em

Mobbin' on this G6, it's gon' be very hard to see 'em

Turned a stripper to a maid, bringin' her magic to the crib

Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ear

Chopper goin' up like brrnng brrnng

Got P to crack, yeah

I got Celine and codeine, I'm goin' outta here

I got more hoes than Yeezy clothes

They put up like souvenirs

Shit gettin' realer and realer

Ah, came up on a couple of million

Ah, I invest that in some buildings

Ah, look at my money it triplin'

Ah, shit gettin realer and realer

Ah, I lost my bros to the system

Ah, I lost my bro to a pistol

Ah, they tried to take me with him

Ah, I can't go for that, no, no

I stand with killers every day

Keep a .40, it's hungry

I turn your block to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got lean-stain on it

I'ma give it to my maid