Really

[Chorus]
Okay so he really havin' paper?
Is he really countin’ up?
Is he really havin' cheese?
Is he really goin' nuts?
Mmmm, I’m really really 'bout it
Knock it out first round, Ronda Rousey
Hit from the back and a nigga drownin'
Ran through a hundred with no accountant

[Verse 1]
I'm in the back and she's pleasin' me
I got the sack and it's squeezin' me
Give me that pussy, no teasin’ me
She want all my money, don’t Visa me
In love with that bread, I'm fuckin’ it
Hoes in my phone on some other shit
I need Ben Franks and no other bitch
I'm seeing this money, I'm lovin' it
We gettin’ money, come see 'bout it
I'm in the back of the big body
Ridin' with JD, don't think 'bout it
And we gon' shoot first and don't think 'bout it
I'm in a star, I been high up for days
Plottin' on ways to get paid
I've been up thinkin' 'bout money, every day
Thinkin' bout chips, I want Lays
I've been up thinkin' bout cake
Thinkin' bout money gettin' made
Havin' my head on straight
Thinkin' 'bout hoes gettin' slayed
Can't think about hoes gettin' saved

[Chorus]
Okay so he really havin' paper?
Is he really countin' up?
Is he really havin' cheese?
Is he really goin' nuts?
Mmmm, I'm really really 'bout it
Knock it out first round, Ronda Rousey
Hit from the back and a nigga drownin'
Ran through a hundred with no accountant

[Outro]
Okay so he really havin' paper?
Is he really countin' up?
Is he really havin' cheese?
Is he really goin' nuts?
Mmmm, I'm really really 'bout it
Knock it out first round, Ronda Rousey
Hit from the back and a nigga drownin'
Ran through a hundred with no accountant