The Real Lyrics

I need it

I need it

I told her

I told her

Yeah

I need the mad money I can't settle for less or go out like a crash dummy

I said my niggas blast for me

We not into that we sit back and count mad hunnits

Know some women wish bad on me So I do it for them And the people who count on me

Hit the gas and reroute on em

On the road to this shit fill your whip and be out on em

I need the mad money I can't settle for less or go out like a crash dummy

I said my niggas blast for me

We not into that we sit back and count mad hunnits

Know some women wish bad on me So I do it for them And the people who count on me

Hit the gas and reroute on em

On the road to this shit fill your whip and be out on em

Been tryna stay disciplined dear to get near to him

He might just leave your ass up in the dust

Ain't getting high to try to get by

I'm clearing my mind they can't fuck with us

Fuck a 9-5 and fuck all the jobs

I told my grandma that I wouldn't cuss

But I'm not feeling none of this shit I can't love no bitch

So I'm guessing that I'm picking lust

Like, Fuck

One day I'm up then one day I'm down

But fuck it got use to it

And some of my family really get down

And won't hesitate just to shoot the 5th

And most these niggas just role play Colgate

Tryna rub shoulder in coupes and shit

And shawty told me I'm a nuisance bitch

So I'm not really caring how you depict

Been broke got me plotting on hitting licks

I'm reminded that I gotta make it quick

No cash you know that's yo ass

I bet I still link and I fuck on the cutest chicks

Had a Gemini lady the rudest bitch

Trying to tell me how I should live

Hoe shut up get the fuck out the crib

Only want me when shit going up

When shit going down didn't know how to feel

I had both of parents locked up at the time goddamn my life really real

And I used to get higher then astronauts

Selling them things vacuum sealed

I'm fr

Neva pop pills

Give me chills

I gotta chill

It was times when I spend my last on a dime

And didn't have no food for a meal

It was times when my own blood kick me out

And D let me stay at the crib

It was time when I really didn't have a way

And God came through with the deal

I can't cap in my raps so it's only right that imma tell y'all what's real

I said

I need the mad money I can't settle for less or go out like a crash dummy

I said my niggas blast for me

We not into that we sit back and count mad hunnits

Know some women wish bad on me So I do it for them And the people who count on me

Hit the gas and reroute on em

On the road to this shit fill your whip and be out on em

I need the mad money I can't settle for less or go out like a crash dummy

I said my niggas blast for me

We not into that we sit back and count mad hunnits

Know some women wish bad on me So I do it for them And the people who count on me

Hit the gas and reroute on em

On the road to this shit fill your whip and be out on em