Realer N Realer Lyrics By Future
I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with the bands
I got that money and fame now
My family don't understand
(Wheezy outta here)
Shit gettin' realer and realer
Ah, came up on a couple of million
Ah, I invest that in some buildings
Ah, look at my money it triplin'
Ah, shit gettin realer and realer
Ah, I lost my bros to the system
Ah, I lost my bro to a pistol
Ah, they tried to take me with him
Ah, I can't go for that, no, no
I stand with killers every day
Keep a .40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got lean-stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid
Ah, people love to talk about the money that they made
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it, I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die you can't take this shit to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Ah, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
Twelve-gauge hit 'em, he do black-flips
.40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Ah, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
Only wanna fuck one time, baby
I'm gonna fall back, shit
Matter fact, you wanna fuck, I'll put you on the call-back list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch
Shit gettin' realer and realer
Ah, came up on a couple of million
Ah, I invest that in some buildings
Ah, look at my money it triplin'
Ah, shit gettin realer and realer
Ah, I lost my bros to the system
Ah, I lost my bro to a pistol
Ah, they tried to take me with him
Ah, I can't go for that, no, no
I stand with killers every day
Keep a .40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got lean-stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave
Havin' a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day
Shit gettin realer, a thriller
I came up on a lotta Ms
Gotta pop on the opps
We shootin' as soon as we see 'em
Mobbin' on this G6, it's gon' be very hard to see 'em
Turned a stripper to a maid, bringin' her magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ear
Chopper goin' up like brrnng brrnng
Got P to crack, yeah
I got Celine and codeine, I'm goin' outta here
I got more hoes than Yeezy clothes
They put up like souvenirs
Shit gettin' realer and realer
Ah, came up on a couple of million
Ah, I invest that in some buildings
Ah, look at my money it triplin'
Ah, shit gettin realer and realer
Ah, I lost my bros to the system
Ah, I lost my bro to a pistol
Ah, they tried to take me with him
Ah, I can't go for that, no, no
I stand with killers every day
Keep a .40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got lean-stain on it
I'ma give it to my maid
