Barbecue Young Nudy

[Chorus]
I'm a real street nigga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna fuck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all niggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the bitches
I be fuckin' all the bitches
I got all your bitches
All these bitches on my dick
I can't help this shit, hoes having fits

[Verse 1]
All this money that I'm getting
Niggas hatin', say I'm havin' counterfeits
All these blue hundreds, all this rap money
Nigga think I'm selling bricks
But I got all this shit
You can have all this shit
Hundred rounds drums in it
You can have all this shit (All this shit)
I got more money motherfucker (Uh)
Hell nah, ain't worryin' 'bout a bitch
Can't get no money motherfucker
'Cause you're 'round here worryin' 'bout a bitch
I got your bitch on my dick
Worryin' 'bout me, worryin' 'bout your bitch
Big money, big shit
Say I'm havin' counterfeit
Real blue hundred, bitch
Nigga you can check the strip
Playin', you would get stripped
Niggas slime set trip
I'll shoot him off the rip
Nigga playin', get flipped
I just be flippin' my money
Came up from the block, servin' these junkies
Niggas ain't gettin' no money