Don't Make You Real

LETRA

Don't Make You Real

A hundo
It's a lot of f*** niggas with money to be honest
Diamonds on me bling, yeah, yeah, you know they honest
It's a whole lot of f*** niggas with money, I'm just honest wit' you

Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Hopped up out the Porsche right into the Rolls
All these diamonds on me wet like Cancún
'Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
Hunnid racks inside the club, I'm the tycoon
Ain't no need for you never, I'll one night you
I put P's in the pot, only got back a few
Real diamond, closet full of Christian Loubs
Stack it tall like Yao Ming
Everyday I'm gettin' green
Real boss without the suit, Balmain jeans
Red cross, come to Cleveland everybody me
'Bout to switch this shit up like I'm Mase
I beat this case, I don't drink but I bought a case
My diamonds loud, call me parade
I know I was gon' be on
I'm out the streets, I'm 'bout to motherfuckin' race

Just because you rich
Don't make you real, that's a hundred ni*** (a hundo nigga)
A hundo
It's a lot of f*** ni*** with money, to be honest with ya
It's a lot of f*** ni*** with money to be honest
Just because you rich
Don't make you real, that's a hundred ni***
Diamonds on me bling, yeah, yeah, you know, they honest
It's a lot of f*** niggas with money to be honest with ya
It's a whole lot of f*** niggas with money, I'm just honest wit' you

My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours
I want my diamonds adorable
Yeah, my diamonds hit from the floor
I ain't talkin' STD, but I'm 'bout to take over your ward (I'm 'bout to take over the ward)
I drink Act', like I'm bored
I drink it everyday, it's a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches and my gators got goosebumps
I'm sauce-saucy, I'm fresher than a cold cut
Cops get off me, I Cartier my handcuffs
You can see the difference in my mug shots that I got my cash up
Hunnid duffle bags up, hey