[Intro] (Pooh, you a fool for this one) If you really ballin' for real (Let's do it) These niggas ain't ballin' for real Yeah Yeah [Chorus] Real niggas first, family over money Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Trap) Got my paper right, now you can't tell me nothing (Nah) Grind all winter, fuckin' up the summer Do it big time, might go get a Hummer (Yeah) Even though you lying, tell me that you love me If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' (If you really ballin') If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga [Verse 1] New strand got me working bags, should be in the booth Fuck Instagram, won't go out sad, you gotta tell the truth I play the back and turn my youngins up, feel like my nigga Shoot I'm in Miami feelin' homeless, bro, my car ain't got no roof Five star, sippin', eatin' lobster, big soup Play with me, we hit the block, look like we dropped a nuke Hundred racks, cleared the whole bag, just ask my nigga Deuce Man, these streets done taught me everything, I shouldn't have went to school Firm believer of what you put in is what you get Put in work so goddamn long, now I'm lit Scooped her up in the SVR, then sent a Lyft Tell my kids, "The world is ours, what you want, you can get" (Got you) Tears of joy, I'm grateful, look how a nigga live I'm exhausted, check your bags, I ain't got time to reminisce He say he ain't feeling me, then I probably hit his bitch Tell my nigga keep his mask down and shoot it like he Rip We ain't doing no attempts Man, her pussy so good I had to pay her rent Hope you know that shit around for real, we ain't playing rich Half a milli' for a townhouse, it's why I'm staying in Too legit to quit, that shit old, I done did that shit Man, my neck lit, turn her head, it's The Exorcist Fucked your bitch good at 8 AM, let's get some breakfast then They done gave the wrong boy some money, know I'm reckless with it I don't respect these niggas, I don't fuck with 'em Ones flyin' in that nigga section like, "Fuck niggas" Drop a bag and freed the old hood, shit, Trump did it Hit the door, these hoes already know we the one, nigga [Chorus] Real niggas first, family over money Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping) Got my paper right (Yeah), now you can't tell me nothing (Can't tell me nothing) Grind all winter (Grind), fuckin' up the summer (Fuckin' up the summer) Do it big time (Big), might go get a Hummer (Yeah) Even though you lying, tell me that you love me If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' (If you really ballin') If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga [Verse 2] Lookin' up, seein' dark clouds, my pain runnin' deep Adderall, Perky, G6, I been dodging sleep Can't stop, won't stop, word to Chris and Neef Marble Louis dark shades on, tryna sneak and geek Shoutout my nigga Goggle, scorched a house for like a week Nigga thought I wasn't a wolf until I smiled, he seen the teeth Syrup got me slow motion, ones falling like a leaf Biography of Face Mob, sayin' it over beats (For real) Say she never had it before, I fucked her on the beach I had to stop and put my heart away, looked up and seen a leech It's probably gon' be RIP if it's just you and me I'm like Jesus, food on the table, let my niggas eat Demons in my sleep haunt me Told her ass to leave, yeah, she gon' see it's only one of me Rich nigga, still treating shit like I'm hungry Talking slick, caught his ass in public and we stompin' him (Nigga) Designer bags all on the seat, it's hard to see I'm in the industry to get all the money, look, y'all can beef I woke up late and got a text from my ho, "You doggin' me" I text her back and told her, "Bitch, if I'm broke, you off of me" (For real) You know I know the game, I ain't no rookie Know XXL the same, don't put me on no booklet Calm down, baby fucked the gang, ain't trippin' 'bout no pussy I hit the club, my ex was with a lame, I hope that bitch was looking If you really ballin', nigga, where your jewels at? Know I'm really ballin', I be smashin' coupes past You ain't posted in a minute, boy, you must be doing bad They know Face be in his own lane, I'm never choosing sides, nigga [Chorus] Real niggas first, family over money Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping) Got my paper right (Yeah), now you can't tell me nothing (Can't tell me nothing) Grind all winter (Grind), fuckin' up the summer (Fuckin' up the summer) Do it big time (Big), might go get a Hummer (Yeah) Even though you lying, tell me that you love me If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' (If you really ballin') If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga