Barbecue lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a real street n*gga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna f*ck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all n*ggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the b*tches
I be f*ckin' all the b*tches
I got all your b*tches
All these b*tches on my di*k
I can't help this sh*t, hoes having fits

[Verse 1]
All this money that I'm getting
n*ggas hatin', say I'm havin' counterfeits
All these blue hundreds, all this rap money
n*gga think I'm selling bricks
But I got all this sh*t
You can have all this sh*t
Hundred rounds drums in it
You can have all this sh*t (All this sh*t)
I got more money motherf*cker (Uh)
Hell nah, ain't worryin' 'bout a b*tch
Can't get no money motherf*cker
'Cause you're 'round here worryin' 'bout a b*tch
I got your b*tch on my di*k
Worryin' 'bout me, worryin' 'bout your b*tch
Big money, big sh*t
Say I'm havin' counterfeit
Real blue hundred, b*tch
n*gga you can check the strip
Playin', you would get stripped
n*ggas slime set trip
I'll shoot him off the rip
n*gga playin', get flipped
I just be flippin' my money
Came up from the block, servin' these junkies
n*ggas ain't gettin' no money
[Chorus]
I'm a real street n*gga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna f*ck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all n*ggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the b*tches
I be f*ckin' all the b*tches
I got all your b*tches
All these b*tches on my di*k
I can't help this sh*t, hoes having fits

[Verse 2]
A young n*gga like me came from apartments, wasn't sh*t, yeah
Now everywhere I go double cup and I keep a bad b*tch
Hoes wanna hate, hoes wanna hate, guess what, f*ck you b*tch
You had the chance, be with the man, now I treat you like sh*t
Now I don't show no love
Dirty lil' b*tch can't get nothin' but this di*k
All this goddamn money all these hoes, all these hoes ain't sh*t
I know how it go
f*ck for the money, been known the hoe ain't sh*t
Nah I don't care for these hoes
Everywhere I go, treat these hoes like sh*t
[Chorus]
I'm a real street n*gga for real
I'ma get the money, yeah for real
Your ho wanna f*ck her in the crib
I wanna slap meat on her grill
I just wanna be the king of the hill
Big slimeball, yeah I be for real
Y'all n*ggas was not for real
I am the realest of the realest
I just be really killin'
I just be really havin' digits
I be gettin' all the b*tches
I be f*ckin' all the b*tches
I got all your b*tches
All these b*tches on my di*k
I can't help this sh*t, hoes having fits