Yungstar - Keep It Real lyrics

(Deep Throat talking) Wa**up........what's happenin' baby? (ooooohhhhhhhhh) Look i ain't trippin' or nothin'...but uh... You ganna be part of this Straight Profit cat u ganna have to put five (oooooooo yeah) I don't know how to tell you but uhh...(uuuhhhhhhhoooooohhhhhhhhhhh) I'm ganna let the Throwed Yung Playas do it Koolaid, Flex, Black 1 (Lil' Flex) Would you buy me diamonds or lots of ice ? Would you buy me a Benz and not ask the price ? Better yours than mine, I won't trick a dime But if it's comin' out my pocket everythang is fine You'll spend the cash, and won't let me smash I'm too playa for that there you can go head pa** I like shinin' too, you be grindin' too I got other female friends thats as fine as you I do thangs for you, you do thangs for me I'm as real as real gets and its plain to see The 1st times a front, took you out to lunch Spent 50 on your food you didn't eat that much Better ask your friends, I'll smash some twins I peep game from a distance like a contact lens Can I swang the wheel, in your red Seville I put food on your table you can pay your bills Chorus (Jhaime Music & Deep Throat): You triflin (Hoodrat, roachin' type of sista) We TYPs (When a girl like cash we gon' dismiss ya) We ballers (When times get hard we need a woman to help us out) Instead of (A girl like you who don't know what a playas about) Can you pay my cell phone bill? Put Baggettes in my grill? Buy a house on the hill? Then maybe we can chill If you can't come through Then you gon' get the boot! (Koolaid) Hold up, everythang was gravy, till u start talking 'bout dem dollars Tryin' to be another Gangsta Boo, but uh I'ma make you holla holla Like JaRule, I'mma act a fool, can't get a dime from O and me Better ask my potnas,t hat boy Lil'Marcus Can't forget that F-I-V to tha E That's J-Five, we struggle and strive, up in this game for finer things Breakin' up all them poster schemes Can you put bling bling up in my ring? That's your bestfriend, I'm talking baggettes If you really wanna uhhh keep it real Baby I'll drop half on the bills But you gotta put more rocks in my grill That's 50-50,not 80-20, trying to stack my paper up real tall and long Talkin' down on my name like Jenny Jones Now you blowing up my phone cuz I'm ridin' on chrome Better leave me alone and get Lil' Daddy to pay your bills Cuz you don't know nan playa with my sk**s So you better chill and keep it real Chorus (Jhaime Music): Can you pay my cell phone bill? Put Baggettes in my grill? Buy a house on the hill? Then maybe we can chill If you can't come through, then you gon' get the boot! (Black 1) Can you pay my bills Then keep it real with me for show Cuz I'm TYP, Throwed Yung Playa So you gotta let me know, cuz I'm so for show Have plenty mo', and they couldn't keep it true So I'm telling you, if you don't come through Girl you gon' get tha boot You can call it hard, or call me fraud If that's what you would like But if you want it all, from a man that ball Girl you gotta come at me right Wanna drop ya half on a Bentley or Jag, you trying to get over You better hit ya stash and grab ya cash Or wish on a four leaf clover Don't do no trickin' baby, and I think that you should know Can't you tell by how I act when I'm spending my dough You say I'm tight, call it what you like Bet you won't spend yo' dough But you on tha under, with Reshawnda, playin' like you broke Chorus (Jhaime Music & Deep Throat): repeat till end You triflin (Hoodrat, roachin' type of sista) We TYPs (When a girl like cash we gon' dismiss ya) We ballers (When times get hard we need a woman to help us out) Instead of (A girl like you who don't know what a playas about) Can you pay my cell phone bill? Put Baggettes in my grill? Buy a house on the hill? Then maybe we can chill If you can't come through Then you gon' get the boot!