Real Shit

Real shit, I ain't come to do no fake shit

Pull up in black kicks and my new whip like a spaceship

Takin these pounds to the face but we don't trip

(Trip, trip, trip)

Got a bad bitch come over she finna strip

(Strip, strip, strip)

I always be ready cuz I keep that grip on my hip

(Grip on my hip)

Running it up to the bank know we stack up chips

(Stack it up, stack it up, stack it)

But you know when we count up the bread it ain't all bout the money

(Yuh)