Real Shit - Ace Hood

Real nigga shit, fuck niggas

Truth be told, I don’t fuck with them

Money my concern

Hating is a germ

Say she never did, well she finna learn

I got plenty hoes, all of them dyke

Pick and choose nigga, all of them right

Never had shit, now my money burn

Ever made a mill'?

Well you finna learn

Heard you niggas mad

Wish I’m doing bad

I just bought a Benz

Talking paper tags

Leave your girl around

I bet I’m fucking that

She coming with me

That’s why you really mad

Get that ass into that Jeep

Bet all that she freaky

You must be crazy ho

No money out of me

She give me pussy free

Proud to be fucking me

I slide that rubber on

Just know it’s going deep

Beat that pussy down

Keep repeating sounds

I step on the mound

Knock that pussy out

That’s just what I do

Bitch I’m on the loose

Coconut Cîroc

Pineapple juice

Now that’s coco low

I am no loco Joe

You niggas such a joke

See me I’m counting dough

That’s all I fucking do, and all I fucking know

I hear them haters mad

One thing that you should know

So crank it up a notch

Booming out the box

Candy coated drop

Bouncing with my knots

Boy this nigga fly

Twenty six a tie

Broward County boy

Come and see me now

I might buy a house, with a fucking pool

Bring a bitch for fun

That’s just what I do

Tell them bring the hate

I might buy a coupe

Now why you mad?

Because I’m stunting and you never do

Get your money lame

I can show you things

Big shit nigga

Fifty carat rings

Holy molly flow

Catch the Holy Ghost

Mister Snatch-Them-All

Tell them it’s time to go

Now that’s some gutter shit

I’m on some other shit

Mister Hood boy

That’s who you fucking with

So put your hate away

I’m about getting paid

And if he say he not

I bet that nigga gay