Real Deal lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
You know n*ggas talking about this man
I'm bout to f*ck 100,000 right now
Aye, dang, woah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck on your b*tch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a beeper
They was talkin' to the people
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a model in the hills
Wrist froze, neck chill
I got the hundreds, a real deal

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pick the model in the hills
Percocet, pop a pill
I got the hundreds, real deal
The Rollie, the boogers is real chill
b*tches bustin' out the gate
You would take her on a date
c*m on her face, make a mess
More bullets for the tec
Melrose with the O's
Take a picture for some hoes
Take a picture for some hoes
I'm dabbin' around with a bankroll
She'll f*ck for Chanel
You was talkin' to the 12
I was playin' with a scale
Baby ship it through the mail
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck on your b*tch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the people
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a model in the hills
Wrist froze, neck chill
I got the hundreds, a real deal

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was playin' with a scale
f*ck n*gga gon' tell
Dab sharp like nails
Two guns, sonic tails
Free block gang kill
Baby powder in the mail
Finesse a n*gga, I'm a player
Then I move to the Himalayas
Shell catches no shells
Cookie gas in the L
f*ckin' hoes on film
In case the b*tch wanna tell
Try and lie and say I ate the b*tch
We done run her through the whole clique
I don't really f*ck with atheists
Crosses on my neck, I'm bankin' it
Beast mode, can't tame it
Skippa got the chopper, aimin' it
And we ain't shootin' at your legs
And we ain't shootin' at the pancreas
QC, the label dangerous
I got a b*tch, finna wrang a b*tch
Hold the squad down, anchor it
And my money counter accurate
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck on your b*tch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the people
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a model in the hills
Wrist froze, neck chill
I got the hundreds, a real deal

[Verse 3: Famous Dex]
I got the hundreds, a real deal
All my diamonds on chill
Real gold, ice grill
I'm sipping lean, crack the seal
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
I was broke, now I'm good
Three grams in my wood
Yeah I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' round in this foreign
All these b*tches yeah they goin'
All this money man comin'
All these f*ckin' blue hundreds
And no I don't wear the Margielas
And Yeezy's on, check the weather
Two b*tches flappin' like they feathers
I'm ballin' hard like Mayweather, yeah
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck on your b*tch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the people
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a model in the hills
Wrist froze, neck chill
I got the hundreds, a real deal

[Verse 4: Offset]
I won't take a b*tch up on a date
Suckin' di*k and then we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a throw away
I'm goin' through it so I pour away
My wrist is cold like a blizzard
I think that b*tch is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a Fisker
Young n*gga been grindin' hard for a minute
I'm a savage and a menace
I be thuggin', f*ck an image
I got action for you actin' n*ggas
Man the trenches, diamond dancin' n*gga
You a lil b*tch, lil n*gga
I'm a big young rich n*gga
I sip out the seal my n*gga
One Actavis bottle your bills my n*gga
I'm whippin' still, I cook up gefilte fish
Don't trust no ho cause a b*tch gon' be a b*tch
Don't trust no n*gga cause it's cool to be a snitch
That n*gga was talkin too much so it's cool to hit him with clips

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
f*ck on your b*tch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the people
Momma I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a model in the hills
Wrist froze, neck chill
I got the hundreds, a real deal