Real sh*t lyrics

Mister Hood

[Hook]
Real n*gga sh*t, f*ck n*ggas
Truth be told, I don't f*ck with them
Money my concern
Hating is a germ
Say she never did, well she finna learn
I got plenty hoes, all of them dyke
Pick and choose n*gga, all of them right
Never had sh*t, now my money burn
Ever made a mill'? Well you finna learn

[Verse 1]
Heard you n*ggas mad
Wish I'm doing bad
I just bought a Benz
Talking paper tags
Leave your girl around
I bet I'm f*cking that
She coming with me
That's why you really mad
Get that ass into that Jeep
Bet all that she freaky
You must be crazy ho
No money out of me
She give me pus*y free
Proud to be f*cking me
I slide that rubber on
Just know it's going deep
Beat that pus*y down
Keep repeating sounds
I step on the mound
Knock that pus*y out
That's just what I do
b*tch I'm on the loose
Coconut Cîroc
Pineapple juice
Now that's coco low
I am no loco Joe
You n*ggas such a joke
See me I'm counting dough
That's all I f*cking do, and all I f*cking know
I hear them haters mad
One thing that you should know
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
So crank it up a notch
Booming out the box
Candy coated drop
Bouncing with my knots
Boy this n*gga fly
Twenty six a tie
Broward County boy
Come and see me now
I might buy a house, with a f*cking pool
Bring a b*tch for fun
That's just what I do
Tell them bring the hate
I might buy a coupe
Now why you mad? Because I'm stunting and you never do
Get your money lame
I can show you things
Big sh*t n*gga
Fifty carat rings
Holy molly flow
Catch the Holy Ghost
Mister Snatch-Them-All
Tell them it's time to go
Now that's some gutter sh*t
I'm on some other sh*t
Mister Hood boy
That's who you f*cking with
So put your hate away
I'm about getting paid
And if he say he not
I bet that n*gga gay
[Hook]