Authentic lyrics

[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Ooh
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, baby
Yeah
Mmm, yeah

[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Money in my pocket, I look this good
Had to make a profit, I was brought up in that rich hood
sh*t ain't what it seem, they make it look good
Before I had a dollar, I was [?] 'cause my di*k good
I remember livin' off these b*tches
Gotta keep that sh*t authentic, I ain't never been vindicious, nah
I remember livin' off these b*tches
'Til I made it back outside and I SG'd my ride
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
I don't want you, baby, that's some different energy
Told her hit her knees, come and cleanse your sins with me
Head put mе to sleep, look what you done did to me
Diamonds on me dancin', hmm, typе sh*t, type sh*t
Foreign whip drivin', different buttons for different speeds
Pull the stats out, you can't tell we in different leagues?
Back to back Benz, I'm high off this Maybach music
All these rappers lyin' 'bout bodies made me hate rap music
Pull up in the bank, pull out whatever, ain't nothin' to it
Sue Yung, don't leave your home alone, don't make us do it
Diamonds dancin' look like TV static, creatin' illusions
Better not catch a n*gga without that blower, don't make us do it
How you got two legs? Complainin' like you can't get to it
Cryin' 'bout some money that you gave me and I ain't make you do it
Tryna get to the end of the rainbow? I can take you to it
Cool n*gga with some screws loose, don't make me lose it, the Plug
[Chorus: 03 Greedo & Dody6]
Money in my pocket, I look this good
Had to make a profit, I was brought up in that rich hood
sh*t ain't what it seem, they make it look good
Before I had a dollar, I was [?] 'cause my di*k good
I remember livin' off these b*tches
Gotta keep that sh*t authentic, I ain't never been vindicious, nah
I remember livin' off these b*tches
'Til I made it back outside and I SG'd my ride
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm (Dead homies)
Mmm

[Verse 2: Dody6]
Ayy, sh*t ain't really good around these sins that I keep travelin' on me
I keep havin' nightmares off the Perkies, this sh*t scary, homie (What the f*ck?)
I just had to brave [?], because, and that sh*t gettin' to me
Why would I go and hit the lick with you if ain't no profit?
Damn, I'm headed to the top, like ain't no stoppers
I can break her out of her pockets, can't you tell? Look how I talk to b*tches
All I want is blue huns and pink fifties, whole lot of it
No, I can't give no meat to you, b*tch, you be f*ckin' with my opposites
Ha, ha, ha, these bum n*ggas tryna start some sh*t (How?), and I keep knot
Ayy, I remember days I was low, come on, you know I gotta keep it authentic
Ayy, when I was down low in the pen', I cracked a b*tch for some chicken
Unless she was with it, I was quick to Bruce Lee kick her in her lemon
I'm kiddin', I'm from Westside, but I get easty on your ass
I want chicken, chip or leany, all bags full of cash
Don't let my b*tch do that dance when she see hundreds on the dash
And I got money in my pocket, probably why these n*ggas mad
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Money in my pocket, I look this good
Had to make a profit, I was brought up in that rich hood
sh*t ain't what it seem, they make it look good
Before I had a dollar, I was [?] 'cause my di*k good
I remember livin' off these b*tches
Gotta keep that sh*t authentic, I ain't never been vindicious, nah
I remember livin' off these b*tches
'Til I made it back outside and I SG'd my ride
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm