And I'm so for real about you I poured up a six again With a bad, bad bitch again Ain't no tellin' what she on When we done with this again Find a bitch that's did like this again I congratulate you on my one Find designer *** like this again Hope you not tryna run up cause then I won't hesitate to shoot this bitch All the stuff I got, all the stuff I got It still ain't as dope as you Still ain't as dope as you Hit that street, stay up Sit down, leave the lock up Walk that bitch, lay up And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you I wouldn't go nowhere without you Wanna stack up your Benjamins But you keep it set back and *** So you caught a flat on your Benz again Dropped it off, got it fixed again Versace draws on your bitch again Got her on her paws like a pedigree Ran off on your plug, all you did, I meant Nah, she ain't from here, she not this All the stuff I got, all the stuff I got I just might throw it on you I just might throw it on you Gave my son all my tens again Savin' all his ones again Taught him how to shoot a nine Bought that Gucci, bought a nine and me Hit that street, stay up Sit down, leave the lock up Walk that bitch, lay up And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you I wouldn't go nowhere without you Met my old bottom bitch, my bottom bitch again Got her back addicted to my wisdom in this dick again I got rich two times in one lifetime, finna get rich again Think it's about that time because my palms getting that itch again I can rub it off, pink molly look like raw chicken skin If you see me grinding up my teeth, I'm on that this again If you see a hoe walk in with me, we friends with benefits Ain't just what you think, but what you think is not my business No, it's not at all, ayy, ayy All this guap, all this drip Watch it drop on your bitch I get paid a scholarship just for playing college at school A heart knocks, big facts, that part pools A white heart, my heart won't start sentiment I don't really show it, all I know is grind and get it in I done seen so many *** comments from my pimpin' *** I'ma keep my left hand to that pad till it fall off For the love of music and the Benjamin's, yeah Hit that street, stay out Sit that booty, lock out Walk that bitch, lay out, oh-oh And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you I'ma go nowhere without you Walk on the stack, up your Benjamins Walk on the stack, up your Benjamins Chase the money, chase the money