Won't say no names but my niggas they pulled up You niggas talk too much, get your mouth sewed up Look at my chain, throwing salt 'cause it's snowing Vivienne West with my fur looking polar My Gosha from Dover, I drive in the Rover Homie don't know me, don't get in my moment All that sneak dissing, don't think that I ain't noticed I left my door and I forgot to close it Boy better keep it sealed Fuck around, get killed Fuck around, get drilled Cut your hands if you steal Whip it up like a meal I just made me a mill' Money jumping out my pockets Tucking bands in my belt Stop calling my phone Leave me alone I'm on TV, with the VVS, so I 3-D my stones, yeah We really don't get along She anemic, I'm more chill Had to keep this shit for real All the way 'til the beat build You know I kept it for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money for real For real? For real All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real You know I kept it for real Walk around with it for real You wanna bet that my money for real For real? For real All of my diamonds for real, different color like Pharrell's Yeah that's for real, for real, for real