Lyrics About U - DRAM , Valee
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
I
poured
up
a
six
again
With
a
bad,
bad
bitch
again
Ain't
no
telling
what
she
on
When,
when
we
done
with
this
again
ChaseTheMoney,
ChaseTheMoney
Find
a
bitch
that's
thick
like
this
again
I
congratulate
you
on
my
own
Buy
designer
shit
like
this
again
Hope
you
not
tryna
run
up,
'cause
then
I
won't
hesitate
to
shoot
this
bitch
All
this
dope
I
got,
all
this
dope
I
got
It
still
ain't
as
dope
as
you
Still
ain't
as
dope
as
you
Hit
the
streets,
stay
out
Sip
that
lean,
knockout
Fuck
that
bitch,
lay
out
(Oh,
oh)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(I'm
for
real
about
you)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(So
for
real
about
you)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(So
for
real
about
you)
I
won't
go
nowhere
without
you
(Go
nowhere
without
you)
W-wanna
stack
up
your
Benjamins
But
you
can't
get
set
back
and
shit
So
you
caught
a
flat
on
your
Benz
again
Dropped
it
off,
got
it
fixed
again
Versace
draws
on
your
bitch
again
Got
her
on
her
paws
like
a
pit
again
Ran
off
on
your
plug,
oh
you
did
him
in
Oh
nah,
she
ain't
from
here,
she
not
citizen
(Not
from
here
at
all)
All
this
guap
I
got,
all
this
guap
I
got
I
just
might
throw
it
on
you
Just
might
throw
it
on
you
Gave
my
son
all
my
10s
again
Savin'
all
his
ones
again
Taught
him
how
to
shoot
a
nine
Walked
in
Gucci,
bought
a
nine
in
men's
Hit
the
streets,
stay
out
Sip
that
lean,
knockout
Fuck
that
bitch,
lay
out
(Oh,
oh)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(I'm
for
real
about
you)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(So
for
real
about
you)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(So
for
real
about
you)
I
won't
go
nowhere
without
you
(Go
nowhere
without
you)
Made
my
old
bottom
bitch
my
bottom
bitch
again
Got
her
back
addicted
to
my
wisdom
and
this
dick
again
I
got
rich
two
times
in
one
lifetime,
finna
get
rich
again
Think
it's
'bout
that
time
because
my
palms
getting
that
itch
again
I
can't
rub
it
off,
pink
molly
look
like
raw
chicken
skin
If
you
see
me
grinding
up
my
teeth,
I'm
on
that
thizz
again
If
you
see
a
ho
walking
with
me,
we
friends
with
benefits
Bitch
it's
what
you
think,
but
what
you
think
is
not
my
business
No,
it's
not
at
all,
ayy,
ayy
All
this
guap,
all
this
drip,
watch
it
drop
on
your
bitch
I
get
paid
a
scholarship,
just
for
playing
colleges
School
of
hard
knocks,
big
facts,
that
part
Pools
of
Wockhardt,
my
heart
won't
start
Sentiment,
I
don't
really
show
it,
all
I
know
is
grind
and
get
it
in
I
done
seen
so
many
fuckin'
commas
for
my
penmanship
I'ma
keep
my
left
hand
to
that
pad
'til
it
fall
off
For
the
love
of
music
and
the
Benjamins,
uh
Hit
the
streets,
stay
out
Sip
that
lean,
knockout
Fuck
that
bitch,
lay
out
(Oh,
oh)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(I'm
for
real
about
you)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(So
for
real
about
you)
And
I'm
so
for
real
about
you
(So
for
real
about
you)
I
won't
go
nowhere
without
you
(Go
nowhere
without
you)
W-wanna
stack
up
your
Benjamins
W-wanna
stack
up
your
Benjamins
ChaseTheMoney,
ChaseTheMoney
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