Frfr.

I'm really up in my bag, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real
Y'all really going out sad, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (For real)
I'm really up in my bag, for real
Y'all really going out sad, for real (Right, right, right)
I'm really countin' these racks, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real

I'ma pull up, like what's the deal
Get on the floor, bitch, you know the drill
I don't want no hoes
I just want one girl, that's crazy - I'm really for real
I really want one girl, for real
I really give her the world, for real (For real)
I'm happy like Will, for real
I pull up with the - full clips (Clips)
I'm really with the fool shit
I'll knock your shit off - shoot shit
Goodbye, bitch - deuces
You play my heart - you're ruthless (Bow, bow, bow)
You're lame - you're stupid
Get away - like Cupid (Alright)
How could you play me
How could you do this
Now I really put scars on my wrist (You're right)
Countin' these bands on my fist (My wrist)
Now a nigga gettin' rich (Gettin' rich)
Now they all on my dick
Tell 'em bye, bitch
I see a nice bitch
I know you like it
Why you still lyin'
It's 'cause you were lying
Why'd you lie
You're lame for what (You ain't got no reason)
Lame bitch
What's the reason

Aye, I'm really up in my bag, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (You're right)
Y'all really going out sad, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real
I'm really up in my bag, for real
Y'all really going out sad, for real (Alright)
I'm really countin' these racks, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (You're right)
Y'all really going out sad, for real
I'm really up in my bag, for real (For real, like)
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (You're right, right) (Lee, aye)

I'ma pull up with the pack and the seal
Bitch, I'm the plug and I'm making a sale
Tell me the addy - I'm sending the mail
I will never lie - I'm not cappin', for real
First love did me real bad, for real
I started drinking and taking them pills (This fire, Xae)
They say the drugs make the pain go away
But the pain is the only thing I feel
Cheap Sex
Finna' take a hoe on a cheap date
I save more than a cheapskate
I stay working, like a nigga name Enrique (Hola)
Pesos - tell a hater hasta luego
I had to go kill the witness
Can't be a victim - got 'em now the case closed (Okay)
Got a lot of chains like Django (Django)
Finna' take a hoe out to Rainbow (Yo' hoe)
Her shit be wet, like a mango
Don't got a iPhone - hit me on Tango (FaceTime)
Tell yo' best friend turn the song on
Move to the left - and the right, right
This a panty-droppa' like I'm Trey Songz (Ooh-yeah)
Matter fact, just pull 'em to the side, side
.223 on my hip
23's on my feet
23 Times you stabbed my back, I'm not Jordan
I got 23 opps, I'm pretty sure they tryna' kill me
23 Niggas gotta die, that's 23 niggas deceased

I'm really up in my bag, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (You're right)
Y'all really going out sad, for real
I'm really countin' these racks, for real
I'm really up in my bag, for real
Y'all really going out sad, for real (Alright)
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (For real)
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (Right, right, right)
Y'all really going out sad, for real
I'm really up in my bag, for real (For real)
I'm really countin' these racks, for real (Right, right, right)
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' - think I'm stargazing
Took some Xannies, now I think I'm in the fuckin' Matrix
Smack a blunt and now I think a nigga really faceless
Feel like faded ain't enough for all my different phases