Keepin’ it Real - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I wanted the belt

I wanted the payroll, baby

I love how it feels

She do what I say so, baby

I'm keepin' it real

I work with no days off, baby

Now I shed a tear

If I'm in the Saint Laurent, baby

Now watch your back, watch how I play, money it fill up the bank

Shawty drop to her knees, she want my kids all in her face, yeah

Gucci all on my jeans

Louis all on my belt

Bag come from the Saint

God knows I need help

Blow a couple racks for the fit

Diamonds dancin' throwin' a fit

Kill myself just so I can make it here and now you mothafuckas ain't shit

Now my money longer than the anaconda

Bitch I blow it all like I don't really want it

I've been killin' rappers like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer

Fuck I'll kill myself likе I'ma kamikaze

I don't give a fuck till I get thе money

I've been runnin' up like this shit isn't funny

Dropped a couple songs and they all it a 100

Drop a couple more and milli's started coming

Yeah, one milli really wasn't nothin'

Two milli and I'm up and comin'

Three milli and they on my dick, now I'm blowin' up think I started somethin'