"The Reals" lyrics

I got blood on my sheets
She ain't say she was a virgin
Need to put them through detergent
Strap them up ain't no burnin'
Fell in love with the money
When you laugh not funny
Niggas soft like gummy
Making moves when its sunny
Making Moves in the night
On your bitch with the pipe
Say she cuffed alright
See about that tonight
Homeboy, I'm not ya come up
Niggas talk won't run up
Wide awake when the sun up
Bitch nigga put ya gun up
Why you speak like ya G
You a bitch on me
Eyebrows on fleek
Pull up on you with a ski
Never broke, been rich
Tuff guy, no bitch
Rip jeans, no stitch
I'm the man, no shit
Got a jeep for the winter
I8 for the summer
I'm the shit no plumber
Gave the jeep to my momma
Got Six on my neck, got Five on my hands
Had to count that again
That's about Eleven bands
I8 outta gas, had to use E drive
Pulled over Six times
Naw, I'm lying I think Five
Use to miss my Ex
'Till I got more sex
Then I got more checks
Life is less complex

I know the reals
Ain't sign no deal
I want a Mil
How does that feel
I know the reals
Ain't sign no deal
I want a Mil
Mom don't pay bills

I was way too stressed
Had to do what's best
Shoutouts to the West
I am way too blessed
Penthouse top floor
But I still want more
I8 two door
Need a whip, with four
Just fit three hoes
Lap up if mo'
DDG you a hoe
Haha, I Know
I ain't have no choice
Give me head, No voice
Tickle tickle, its moist
Mansion party with my boys

I know the reals
Ain't sign no deal
I want a Mil
How does that feel
I know the reals
Ain't sign no deal
I want a Mil'
Mom don't pay bills