Cap 1 - Real Boyz lyrics

[Hook 1: OJ Da Juiceman] f**in' with them real boys, real boys (x3) Now you f**in' with them real boys, real boys [Hook 2: RiFF RaFF] Diamonds Twerkin on my wrist like Miley Cyrus Young a** baller smoking weed on your couch [Verse 1: RiFF RaFF] I done got so famous I can't even drop my top (Soooo famous) I done got so famous I can't even grocery shop (damn) I don't trust my butler so I'm installing hidden cameras (Cameras!) I need a security guard just to walk to my mail box (damn) I need a secretary just to check my e-mail (e-mail) Dodging paparazzi I might need a v12 (new car!) Getting in shape I might need a V8 (Vroom) Aqua berry diamond shining dancing in yo face! (face!) I can lemon lime (Lime), can't wait in line (line) I just dropped 30 grand and froze the hands of time (Froze!) Now I'm Doogie Howser with the polar bear fist (fist) Diamonds dancing on my wrist like Taylor Swift (Swift)! [Verse 2: Cap 1] Young rich baller, got me smoking on the couch I might need another ho, I just kicked this other ho out I might need another plug, I just told this plug off I might need another crib, got too many hoes in my loft Told that the b**h if she want finer things in life Then she should come f** with a boss f**ed every b**h in Atlanta like these hoes Must think that I play for the Hawks Front door then back door a n***a [???] Then f** off that money and go off to Vegas Make me a stop out in Texas, connect to that lean Bout to get me some paper f**ing with these real boys got a n***a reckless Pull up in that foreign, got your b**h with my necklace Step out them Versaces, put my foot in them Giuseppes Can't even show my face without these b**hes tryna' s** me! [Hook 1: OJ Da Juiceman] f**in' with them real boys, real boys (x3) Now you f**in' with them real boys, real boys [Hook 2: RiFF RaFF] Diamonds Twerkin on my wrist like Miley Cyrus Young a** baller smoking weed on your couch