Real Thing
(Aye)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn girl I'm hella jaded
Working and I don't have time to get faded
Why you mad, shorty you be playing
Money can't buy you love why these niggas paying
Cause the strippers and the bitches
Yeah they leave your heart in stitches
So I had to take the double shift and boss up
They go shopping coppping makeup
In they dresses yeah they looking good but all their personalities is washed up
Can't stand it
She a soul snatcher nigga she a bandit
I hate that feeling when she hurt and she planned it
And now instead of showing love you demand it
Why you tryna be facetious
You need Jesus
The real thing would never wanna hit ya
You want that nigga imitating me I get ya
Don't try to hit me with that baby boy I need ya
Again
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
(Ya)
Come on
(Goddamn you know I'm the real thing)
(Oh, Oh)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Too much happening
At home is just the half of it
Bad as hell with lots of booty love it when I'm smacking it
Capping shit
I need my money pronto there's no cap on it
Rapper hits these niggas wilding out and getting hella clicks
Nick take the pics that I post on the social
The joint with the drinks is the punch bowl social
I'm anti-social but hands on and vocal
Diss then I ship to your address to the postal
Put a title on the record like I nailed that
She wanna play like hella niggas haven't nailed that
Don't try to hit me bout the things you know I failed at
You the one who's mad we can make it but you ain't texting back
So it's fuck and then forget about him
You wouldn't be the girl you are today without him
Tear him down you showing subtle hate
You doubt him
Looking for the king but you already found him
Spend the night
Too many niggas play the fool they fuck and dip you know I'm not that type of guy
Rapping for a cause and not a set
Guess if you not making songs about the money everyone forgets
I keep pushing like a locomotive
Everybody claims to love me with a secret motive
Zoom, zoom pass them up call me Super Sonic
2020 that's the year I'm going iconic
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
(Too many niggas play the fool they fuck and dip you know I'm not that type of guy)
(Guess if you not making songs about the money everyone forgets)
(Everybody claims to love me with a secret motive)
(2020 that's the year I'm going iconic)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn girl I'm hella jaded
Working and I don't have time to get faded
Why you mad, shorty you be playing
Money can't buy you love why these niggas paying
Cause the strippers and the bitches
Yeah they leave your heart in stitches
So I had to take the double shift and boss up
They go shopping coppping makeup
In they dresses yeah they looking good but all their personalities is washed up
Can't stand it
She a soul snatcher nigga she a bandit
I hate that feeling when she hurt and she planned it
And now instead of showing love you demand it
Why you tryna be facetious
You need Jesus
The real thing would never wanna hit ya
You want that nigga imitating me I get ya
Don't try to hit me with that baby boy I need ya
Again
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
(Ya)
Come on
(Goddamn you know I'm the real thing)
(Oh, Oh)
Aye
Aye
Aye
Too much happening
At home is just the half of it
Bad as hell with lots of booty love it when I'm smacking it
Capping shit
I need my money pronto there's no cap on it
Rapper hits these niggas wilding out and getting hella clicks
Nick take the pics that I post on the social
The joint with the drinks is the punch bowl social
I'm anti-social but hands on and vocal
Diss then I ship to your address to the postal
Put a title on the record like I nailed that
She wanna play like hella niggas haven't nailed that
Don't try to hit me bout the things you know I failed at
You the one who's mad we can make it but you ain't texting back
So it's fuck and then forget about him
You wouldn't be the girl you are today without him
Tear him down you showing subtle hate
You doubt him
Looking for the king but you already found him
Spend the night
Too many niggas play the fool they fuck and dip you know I'm not that type of guy
Rapping for a cause and not a set
Guess if you not making songs about the money everyone forgets
I keep pushing like a locomotive
Everybody claims to love me with a secret motive
Zoom, zoom pass them up call me Super Sonic
2020 that's the year I'm going iconic
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
Goddamn man I'm underrated
Scary now a nigga used to being hated
Money ain't a thing but it's really everything
I was never about the paper, nigga
I'm the real thing
(Too many niggas play the fool they fuck and dip you know I'm not that type of guy)
(Guess if you not making songs about the money everyone forgets)
(Everybody claims to love me with a secret motive)
(2020 that's the year I'm going iconic)
Credits
Writer(s): Cristopher Lewis
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