What U Really Mean lyrics

Tell me what you really mean

Boss up little b*tch
Come get this money with me
Got them 5's got them 10's
I got them hunnids with me

Get off your ass
Go get some money stop being broke
10 p's 30 bands
That's a give and go

Broke n*gga
In his feelings what he mad fo
Is he mad about this b*tch
Or this fat loaf


Young n*gga getting rich im doing my thang I ain't hiding sh*t n*gga
I ain't tuckin these chains

Real n*gga
In your presence let me bless you
Play your part little b*tch
Before I nix you
I ain't into savin hoes
Ain't no rescue
Million dollar n*gga
b*tch I'll finesse you

Neiman Marcus girl retarded
Don't step on my kicks
Bape gang goin crazy
Go check on yo whip

Checkin chicken
So you know that I'm checkin a b*tch
Took losses Now we winnin
You know it ain't sh*t

Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain't really from the (from the) streets
Week
I've been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me

Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain't really from the (from the) streets
Week
I've been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Big dreams growin up
As a young n*gga
Momma told me get the money
Don't be dumb n*gga

Up top
Ya that's really where I'm from n*gga
20 shots plus 30
That's a drum n*gga

You can have these b*tches
I'm a count this cash up
n*gga all up in my face
n*gga back up

High as sh*t
With a 40
Better tag ya
If she choosin'
Go and get
You can have her

Ya
Can you tell me where the life is
One time for my people on indictments
Diamonds fake
You can tell it when the lights hit
n*ggas mad
And I know that they ain't gon like this
Ain't no love in these streets
Always keep your pistol
And your gun in the streets
How you run with this beef
I be countin money
In the slums with a gleek

Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain't really from the (from the) streets
Week
I've been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me

Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain't really from the (from the) streets
Week
I've been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me

Say they wanna off me
Ya they say they wanna off me
I ain't talkin cuz their talk cheap
Ya they say they wanna off me (b*tch)