Rich Homie Quan - Real lyrics

[Intro] Girl, you know what I'm saying This beat is so, so Metro Whatever I ask you to do, she gonna know it Real ride or die I'm stunning [Hook: 1] She f** with me, she don't f** with you She take them charges for me, if I tell her too She f**, she f**, she f**, she f** with me She f**, she f**, I know she f** with me [Verse 1] Real n***a since day one Real n***a over here, baby A real n***a going straight South A real n***a don't drink beer, baby Real n***a gonna make money Real n***a never feel that Real n***a, I don't know you I ain't seen sh**, and I don't hear nothing Pardon that and I meant that Swerve on them in the Bentley I see the girl coming, tell her, get back But the 45 knock your sh** back Mid match on the perpetrator Big gats it's a murder scene I got another gun in my left hand I bet a deaf man, he done heard of me 911 It's a emergency You're scared n***a, I'm k**ing these n***as Broke in the game like a burglary Like surgery, I'm splitting these n***as, wig up Get rich homies, all the broke n***as gonna fear us She done fell in love with a real n***a [Hook: 2] She f** with me, she don't f** with you She take them charges for me, if I tell her too She f**, she f**, she f**, she f** with me (I know she do!) She f**, she f**, she f**, I know she f** with me Real n***as over here, baby Real n***as over here Real n***as over here, baby Real n***as over here Real n***as over here, baby Real n***as over here Real n***as over here, baby Ain't nothing but them n***as, over here, baby! [Verse 2] Rich Homie my clique, baby So real n***as over here A broke n***a ain't sh**, baby So I'm trying to get over here A hundred thousand I spent Baby, on wardrobe this year (I did) Real n***as are related to me Real n***as know how I feel And real n***as know how I live You can ask Nard or lightpoe made a million and ain't got a deal That features and a lot of show I'm at the table, trying to get a mil I already got one, but I need more Like Ceelo, I need green But I'm still gon be an outcast Got a bottom grill so I talk cash Money sh**, n***a Broke a** n***a I walk past Yeen sh** n***a 35 hoes make em call the cops Even though that homie a rich n***a And I got them Ms She talk too much she told her friends [Hook: 2] She f** with me, she don't f** with you She take them charges for me, if I tell her too She f**, she f**, she f**, she f** with me (I know she do!) She f**, she f**, she f**, I know she f** with me Real n***as over here, baby Real n***as over here Real n***as over here, baby Real n***as over here Real n***as over here, baby Real n***as over here Real n***as over here, baby Ain't nothing but them n***as, over here, baby!