D.R.A.M. - About U lyrics

[Intro: Valee] And I'm so for real about you [Verse 1: Valee] I poured up a 6 again With a bad, bad b**h again Ain't no tellin' what she on When, when we done with this again ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Find a b**h that's thick like this again I congratulate you on my own Buying designer sh** like this again Hope you not tryna run up, ‘cause then I won't hesitate to shoot this b**h All this dope I got, all this dope I got This still ain't as dope as you Still ain't as dope as you [Chorus: Valee] Hit the streets, stay out Sip that lean, knockoff Walk that b**h, lay out Oh, oh And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you I won't go nowhere without you [Verse 2: Valee] W-wanna stack up your Benjamins What you kickin', set back back and sh** So you caught a flat on your Benz again Dropped it off, got it fixed again Versace drawers on your b**h again Got her on her paws like a pit again Ran off on your plug, all you did him man Ah, nah, she ain't from here, she not citizen (Not from here at all) All this guap I got, all this guap I got I just might throw it on you Just might throw it on you Gave my son all my 10s again Savin' all his 1s again Taught him how to shoot a 9 Walked in Gucci, bought a 9 in men's [Chorus: Valee] Hit the streets, stay out Sip that lean, knockoff Walk that b**h, lay out Oh, oh And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you I won't go nowhere without you [Verse 3: DRAM] Made my old bottom b**h my bottom b**h again Got her back addicted to my wisdom and this dick again I got rich two times in one lifetime, finna her rich again Think it's ‘bout that time ‘cause my palms gettin' that itch again I can't rub it off, pink molly look like chicken skin If you see me grindin' up my teeth, I'm on that thizz again If you see a ho walkin' with me, we friends with benefits Ain't this what you think, but what you think is not my business No, it's not at all, ay, ay All this guap, all this drip, watch it drop on your b**h I get paid a scholarship, just for playing colleges School of hard knocks, big facts, that part Pools of Wockhardt, my heart won't start Sentiment, I don't really show it, al I know is grind and gettin' it I done seen so many f**in' commas from my penmanship I'ma keep my left hand to that pad ‘til it fall off For the love of music and the Benjamins, year [Chorus: Valee] Hit the streets, stay out Sip that lean, knockoff Walk that b**h, lay out Oh, oh And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you And I'm so for real about you I won't go nowhere without you [Outro: Valee] W-wanna stack up your Benjamins W-wanna stack up your Benjamins ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney