Real Ting
Some gyal ah hype but dem don't look right
Nuff talk but them nah fight
Say them ah rapper but them can't write
Use microwave but can't cook rice
Belly fat belly mark up
If him cheat you're a pussy cark up
But when mi click mi finger like errup
Ah cark ah fi ah send up in that pussy til it buck
pussy til it buck
Take the trash out let a real nigga in
They ain't fuckin with the kid
Labels on ma back
cuz they know I'm gonna win
Yo, I'm the captain of this ting
Name ring bells cuz she does a couple tings
But she know she ain't dis
Even if I wrapped dese bitches up in cling
Yo dem still wouldn't sell
I was in the shop hiding from the cops
Then I was at ur nigga's house cutting on the crops
grindin' in my Loub's lookin like a boss
She say she gettin money, why she lying tell her stop
Niggas on ma line saying der in love
We aint' even fucked all he did was hit the box
Nothin ain't changed but the diamonds in my watch
And the marbles on ma floor that got me dancing in my socks
Every day I wake up, just to count ma cake up
Buzzing gettin money
I don't know what the day was
Diamonds in ma roley
Diamond-diamonds in ma roley
I ain't future but I swear I got the keys
Don't know Floyd but I'm with the money team
Flow butterfly on the beat
I be getting high check the ice on my teeth
I be busy getting to the riches
Call my side nigga just to do the dishes
All I do is floss
Pussy, I aint'never took a loss, ya mad?
Only pretty women in ma kitchen
Money stay looking like digits
Don't compare me to no mutha-fuckin nigga
Compare me to dem niggas that be winning
Black rims, black range, shit killa
Big brown club batty for ya dinner
black leather got ma titties looking bigger
Eyo nessa let it rain on a nigga
I don't know another that can do it
If ya find her tell her she already losing
Rich Donnas Rich Donnas in my set
Even DJ Khalid told me I'm the best
You think I'm lying?
My brother told me go on let them bitches copy
Let them try and use your image as a hobby
He told me sis you ain't even gotta worry
Even if ya show em how to do it they won't do it properly
Cuz they ain't the real ting
Lily knows they ain't the real ting
Even labels know they ain't the real ting
Thats why they all up on my phone tryna give me everything
They tryna find a plug n call it Nemo
But when they found the plug they called that chick Moschino
Ey All I rock is that Moschino
Diamonds in ma roley
Di-diamonds in ma roley
Diamonds on ma body weighing kilos
Nuff talk but them nah fight
Say them ah rapper but them can't write
Use microwave but can't cook rice
Belly fat belly mark up
If him cheat you're a pussy cark up
But when mi click mi finger like errup
Ah cark ah fi ah send up in that pussy til it buck
pussy til it buck
Take the trash out let a real nigga in
They ain't fuckin with the kid
Labels on ma back
cuz they know I'm gonna win
Yo, I'm the captain of this ting
Name ring bells cuz she does a couple tings
But she know she ain't dis
Even if I wrapped dese bitches up in cling
Yo dem still wouldn't sell
I was in the shop hiding from the cops
Then I was at ur nigga's house cutting on the crops
grindin' in my Loub's lookin like a boss
She say she gettin money, why she lying tell her stop
Niggas on ma line saying der in love
We aint' even fucked all he did was hit the box
Nothin ain't changed but the diamonds in my watch
And the marbles on ma floor that got me dancing in my socks
Every day I wake up, just to count ma cake up
Buzzing gettin money
I don't know what the day was
Diamonds in ma roley
Diamond-diamonds in ma roley
I ain't future but I swear I got the keys
Don't know Floyd but I'm with the money team
Flow butterfly on the beat
I be getting high check the ice on my teeth
I be busy getting to the riches
Call my side nigga just to do the dishes
All I do is floss
Pussy, I aint'never took a loss, ya mad?
Only pretty women in ma kitchen
Money stay looking like digits
Don't compare me to no mutha-fuckin nigga
Compare me to dem niggas that be winning
Black rims, black range, shit killa
Big brown club batty for ya dinner
black leather got ma titties looking bigger
Eyo nessa let it rain on a nigga
I don't know another that can do it
If ya find her tell her she already losing
Rich Donnas Rich Donnas in my set
Even DJ Khalid told me I'm the best
You think I'm lying?
My brother told me go on let them bitches copy
Let them try and use your image as a hobby
He told me sis you ain't even gotta worry
Even if ya show em how to do it they won't do it properly
Cuz they ain't the real ting
Lily knows they ain't the real ting
Even labels know they ain't the real ting
Thats why they all up on my phone tryna give me everything
They tryna find a plug n call it Nemo
But when they found the plug they called that chick Moschino
Ey All I rock is that Moschino
Diamonds in ma roley
Di-diamonds in ma roley
Diamonds on ma body weighing kilos
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Writer(s): Rodney Hwingwiri, Stephanie Allen
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