I Get in My Saxk

[Intro]
(Da Realest)

[Verse]
I don't even do the feelings, I get in my sack
I be with the model hoes, your bitch look like the brat
Yeah, it's true I pop a Perc' or two, then end up in the cat
We do five-star dinner dates, then end up in the trap
If we can't get up with him, we gon' pull up on his mans
How the fuck he got respect out here? They know he took the stand
Know some niggas wanna hit a top as soon as they get a chance
Shit, I ran through like three hundrеd thousand, still ain't get an advance
Cop some jеwelry, I'm like arm or necklace?
I can stay back, order niggas hit, this shit like Armageddon
I be countin' money and I don't regret it
Really trap, I'm holdin' down that boy just like I'm Omeretta
I stay with my iron, never seen a crease
Told my boys we ain't wrappin' with pickies, we gon' keep it brief
I can't get into it with my opps, them niggas be deceased
No dick suckin', we keepin' shit solid, we ain't in the lead
Bro ain't dead, but got the gavel, though
Who ain't goin' and pickin' up them bricks? I need a paddleboat
I'm picky now, I like pretty bitches with a cameltoe
Can't ask me where the bag is, I just go the way the navi go
Can't replace me like Falcone
I be tellin' bitches they can't trust me like Dow Jones
I'm too expensive, when it come to puppy, I'm all pros
I'm really whoop, when it come to the steppin', I'm all toes
I can just be goin' on a run, still gon' need the Drac'
Unky did a dub in the feds just to keep his pape'
I been crunchin' for a lil' minute, they can see I'm stuffed
I like kickin' it with solid niggas, not you CM Punks
They wasn't gettin' money, in the party, you should see 'em crump
I was in the kitchen, whip my wrist until I see it jump
I be in the field, head up, always see me clutch
It's a couple niggas that's gon' know that when they see me duck
I brought all the bricks to all the parties, that be in my dreams
I bought all the what's-his-names and doubled up like Mickey D's
I'm from where it's dark, even Olajuwon wouldn't get the dream
Gotta fix the streets, 'cause all the tiny mice look up to me
Even with that doctor run, I told 'em they can't fuck with me
It's crazy that I talk for money, I don't even start for free
I love all my girl sales, don't wonder who my crush can be
I toss bitches bag and let 'em float like they a bumblebee
If it ain't 'bout the money, then I guess they care
Don't play games with these hoes, but the block state fair
Niggas thinkin' they fly, it gotta be Spirit
The way she breakin' down the P, she gotta be Lyric
The more I focus on my mission, the less I care
I only talk about the bitches that get next-day air
Watch me hit it, Choo gon' pack it, his finesse game rare
I put switchy on the Glock, that shit can't get repaired
Ain't no walkin' through my backdoor, I got eyes there
Got boy and girl up in this whip, I guess it's rideshare
I woke up and got the load, ain't take a ride there
You can't do a hundred thousand, bro did five there (Da Realest)