2 Real Lyrics

Yea yea

Money don't make you real

My tall bitch got on heels

A rat always gone squeal

That Nina it don't heal

Caught a play inside the field

I got my own

Man fuck a deal

She get nasty of them pills

Damn

Talk to em G

I came in the game

And they acknowledge

Give fuck about pussy

Cause money is power

I made more than your annual

Call it rush hour

Pent house in a tower

Look down at you cowards

I Can't let a lame interfere my money

He did nothing but kept on talking

It's about actions

And he wasn't about it

Nigga they doubted

Saying that G can't rap

But I keep my strap

I wanna see what's bout it

Nah we don't internet beef

These niggas be sweet

They just about clouting

Bad bitch she keep me excited

But I can build me a bitch to my liking

I got 100s in all of my pockets

They heard G only having exotic

New P it came from the mountains

Got a hoe that came off an island

And I'm straight out Atlanta

Yea Country my grammar

This k blow more than a candle

Yea yea

Money don't make you real

My tall bitch got on heels

A rat always gone squeal

That Nina it don't heal

Caught a play inside the field

I got my own

Man fuck a deal

She get nasty of them pills

Damn