Babyface Ray - Real Niggas Don’t Rap lyrics

[Intro] Damn, Markie done turnt that sh*t up How I'm 'posed to tell my ni**as stop gettin' money? [Verse1 ] What I'm supposed to tell my young ni**as? (Yeah) Wild and don't give a fu*k, a 100k it ain't enough (ni**a) Pandemic has been boring, I been runnin' money up (Yeah) How can these ni**as hate me? I been showing only love I caught a baddie in the airport, wanna get her tummy tuck Damn you look good, she said "Nah I look great" (No cap) Skin like honey with a Coke bottle shape (Yeah) Squeeze it 'til it's empty on yo' lil' pretty face (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I took her to the club, she consider it a date Money flying, thesе b*tches wanna go wit' me (Come on) Fall in linе, I'm pullin' up four-hundred deep She want time, you know I rather hug the street (Yeah) [Chorus] I know some street ni**as don't rap (They don't rap at all ni**a) Yeah, I know some millionaires don't rap (Mm-mm, never touch the money) I know some real killers don't rap (For real) Ayy, I'm a real ni**a, no rap (Hmm, ayy) [Verse 2] They asking questions, like "How I really feel about it?" (Mhm) sh*t I'm cool, if I can get a million out it (Double up) I slept on air mattress, on a mat (For real) No money, no hope of blowing up off rap ni**a brought his ho around, she cut her eye, I double back (Yeah) ni**as jogging in place, so right now I'm running lap (I'm running lap) The top feel better than the bottom, I admit (No lie) Ooh you wet, fu*k these ni**as, show yo' wrist (What up) Rap ni**as got rap beef, make a diss (Why) fu*k that, I counted up a hundred making this You scared to let your nuts hang, you won't ever take a risk (Crazy) We talking 'bout some money, I guess you can live without it (Shut the fu*k up) The ride a little longer when you out here living honest (Living honest ni**a) I was getting hungry, tryna ride to Benihana Four in the morning, out here playing spin the bottle (What) Spin off in the truck before I turn, I'm getting swallowed (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Babygirl called, said "She having ni**a problems" (What's wrong?) You ain't gotta pout, you can get this sh*t, I got it (I got you) 20k in Saks, I'm just dressing up my closet (For real) Nine in the morning and I'm catching a deposit (Still sleep) [Chorus] I know some street ni**as don't rap (They don't rap at all ni**a, yeah) I know some millionaires don't rap (Mm-mm), yeah (Don't touch the money) I know some real killers don't rap (For real) Ayy, I'm a real ni**a, no rap (Ayy) [Verse 3] You acting funny, you a rapper huh? She'll blow herself better than a vacuum, huh (Yeah) sh*t tight so you hope that she don't ask for nothing (Yeah) But when she do, you gon' tell her "That you stackin, huh?" (Ayy) Yeah, move through the crowd with charisma Make ya ho move without speaking like Matilda I done did numbers on the 7k fielder (Facts) Pull up, serve a ni**a in his hood, I ain't trippin' (Where you at?) Face in his laptop, he said he got a ticket now (Yeah) POA got you living like you moving chickens, huh? (Oh, yeah) Bro said his Rollie' been Patek, get a Richard now (Oh, yeah) Boy said it right, fu*k a number and that sh*t en route (No cap) [Outro] No cap, no cap, no cap (sh*t en route, sh*t en route)