​real life (interlude) lyrics

[Intro]
(Underworld)
Damn, I done touched down back up in my city
I'm rockin' Acne jeans right now, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Two-fifty on the dash, moving fast, livin' smooth
I be cashin', lil' b*tch, think it's magic or somethin'
Damn, I'm geeked up, think I'm finna crash really soon
When I'm geeked up driving, I'm not crashing the coupe though
Damn, I think I fell in love with the DRKSHDWs
Yeah, yeah, you know I fell in love with the Runtz though
I'ma blow a couple bands on some drugs and some clothes
And I'm always havin' bread but you know I need some more
Oh, yeah
Word to Kaine, I be geeked out my body
Yes, I'm Lonely, baby, getting money is my hobby
And my Blooda real right, he put the pistol to your noggin
Call up b*tches, all tens, tell 'em, "Meet me in the lobby"
And I'm steppin' in Maison Margiela, this is real designer
See, I brought this b*tch a meal and she told that me she feel honored
When you comin' up from nothing, it get hot just like a sauna
Damn, god damn
I done touched down back up in my city
Lil' shawty told me hit her when I touched down in her city
But I'm never chasing hoes, lil' b*tch, you gotta come and get me
And I'm touching real life money, n*gga, 3D
And I'm living real life, n*gga, not TV
And I'm having real stripes, n*gga, come and see me
Everything you did, n*ggas did twice, n*gga, you can't see me
[Verse]
n*ggas got it out the mud but it's like we had a genie
n*ggas seen a lot of numbers, made some money off of CCs
I done ran off on some plugs cause a young n*gga was needy
And I done did a lot of drugs, I can't help that I love geekin'
We get money everyday, you just get paper on the weekend
I'm singing to your b*tch, a n*gga feeling like The Weeknd
See, I'm really getting rich, I don't care that these n*ggas sleepin'
I'm havin' real designer drip, this sh*t barely in-stock at Neimans

[Bridge]
I ain't gon' cap, I never would've thought
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything you did, n*ggas did twice)
Different color money, different fabrics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(And I'm touching real-life money, n*gga, 3D)
All types of designer, all different color b*tches
(I get cash, your lil' b*tch think it's magic or somethin')
This sh*t getting crazy, n*gga, but I'ma still get it out the mud
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Two-fifty on the dash, moving fast, livin' smooth
I be cashin', lil' b*tch, think it's magic or somethin'
Damn, I'm geeked up, think I'm finna crash really soon
When I'm geeked up driving, I'm not crashing the coupe though
Damn, I think I fell in love with the DRKSHDWs
Yeah, yeah, you know I fell in love with the Runtz though
I'ma blow a couple bands on some drugs and some clothes
And I'm always havin' bread but you know I need some more
Oh, yeah (Oh yeah)
Word to Kaine, I be geeked out my body
Yes, I'm Lonely, baby, getting money is my hobby
And my Blooda real right, he put the pistol to your noggin
Call up b*tches, all tens, tell 'em, "Meet me in the lobby"
And I'm steppin' in Maison Margiela, this is real designer
See, I brought this b*tch a meal and she told that me she feel honored
When you comin' up from nothing, it get hot just like a sauna
Damn, god damn
I done touched down back up in my city
Lil' shawty told me hit her when I touched down in her city
But I'm never chasing hoes, lil' b*tch, you gotta come and get me
And I'm touching real life money, n*gga, 3D
And I'm living real life, n*gga, not TV
And I'm having real stripes, n*gga, come and see me
Everything you did, n*ggas did twice, n*gga, you can't see me
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Everything you did, n*ggas did twice)
(Real life money, n*gga, 3D)
(System offline)