Realer lyrics

[Intro]
(Ahem)
Check, check, check
LilJuMadeDisBeat

[Verse 1]
Ay, say, n*gga, I don't wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really ’bout
n*ggas ain't real when the sh*t really count
That's why I keep my lil’ cat in they mouth
Say, b*tch, I don't gotta cap
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my b*tch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (Woo)
Free JT (Ayy)
Real b*tches f*ck wit' me (Ayy)
I don't do sh*t for the free, man
Y'all n*ggas gotta pay me (Ayy)
Put some respect on my team (Huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (Ayy)
b*tch, you better learn who run it
’Cause all this money gotta come through me (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
f*ck all the critics and f*ck how they feel
I’m getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry ’bout why I do what I do (b*tch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (b*tch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (b*tch)
Still hanging with the same crew (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Cut a n*gga off and my checks got bigger
Rich b*tch sh*t, got a broke ho bitter
Outta any b*tch, I’m the hardest in the litter
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y'all praisin' b*tches that's doin' the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
Don't wanna link with these b*tches, ain't feelin' 'em
I'll knock the sh*t out that b*tch like a enema, ahh

[Bridge: Spoken Word]
Yeah (Hmm)
I know these b*tches want the recipe for this hot sh*t
I told them b*tches I ain't gon' let one hater stop sh*t
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop sh*t)
Gucci down, these n*ggas love the way I rock sh*t
I'm a real rap b*tch, this ain't no pop sh*t

[Verse 3]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang sh*t (Ayy)
They love to talk hot sh*t with a lame b*tch
But when they come around me they don't say sh*t (Okay)
Ayy, yo' sh*t ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't f*ckin' these n*ggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don't like it, then f*ck how you feel
Dreams, f*ck with Kel
J-bone, what's the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here
[Chorus]
I keep it realer than real
f*ck all them critics and f*ck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (b*tch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (b*tch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (b*tch)
Still hanging' with the same crew (Ayy)