​real Dom Corleo

[Intro]
Yeah, ha

[Chorus]
I'm too real (I'm too-, yeah)
I got some real swag right over here (Yuh, right over here, yuh)
I'm doin' real shoppin' out on Rodeo (Got bags, bags, yeah)
Why the fuck they pocket-watchin'? (Why the fuck they pocket-watchin'?)
Huh, get outta here, huh, yeah (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse]
I got a pocket rocket, I got it on the dash, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
I feel like Lil Wayne, tatted up to my chest, bitch (Yuh, yuh, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
I feel like Kobe, All-Star Game, Mitchell & Ness (Yuh, yuh, Mitchell & Ness)
Bitch, I'ma ball hard, ballin', come correct (Ball, ball, ball, ball)
Swaggin' out in Supreme (Damn, I'm swaggin' out)
Go fashion week in Cеline (Fashion week)
In Milan, Italy (In Milan)
Yes, get a mothеrfucker K.O. with a D-R-A-C (Yes, get a motherfucker-, what? What?)
I'm swaggin' out too clean (Swaggin' out too clean)
When you're rich like me (Uh-huh)
Ayy, spendin' all the fuckin' pesos on the muhfuckin' codeine
And I'm still he
And I'm still right here, in Saint Laurent jeans
We don't play around, say the wrong thing
Get ya head snatched, put ya head back