Money Man – Realist Shit I Never Wrote lyrics

I'm drinking on Louie
My collar be Fendi
My shoes is Versace
Don’t got no feelings
My exotic so potent
My bitches they choke every time they smoking
She twerk it she throw it
Pop a seal and I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin poet
This some of the realest shit
But I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse
Just hopped on and rode it
I’m in the Trap house and I can’t control it
I can’t let em play me just like a controller
Do the dash in a foreign
I locked up the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feeling so good
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like a ocean
I just hit a lil bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now had to trade in the Rover
I’m mixing my soda
My heart it be colder

[Verse]
Just like Minnesota
Pull the stick let it loose like a bipolar
All this loud in the house got a loud odor
Every nigga in the circle got love for me
All them plugs on the West they got bud for me
Everyday gotta hit up the gun range
Niggas ain’t got no heart they just bitch made
I just purchased my lil bitch a Mustang
I been trappin lil nigga since 8th grade
Everything that I’m burnin is high grade
Made a 100k juggin them NetSpend
I swear me and lil mama connected
When she wit me she feel so protected
This a Vette right here this not a Lexus
They show mad love when I go to Texas
Just to re-up I went me a distance
I’ll come and end yo existence
She got virgin hair for a extension
Finna go get a bag I’m relentless
Making hits I ain’t got time for these bitches
We gone see who can shoot this shit quickest
How you pull out a stick and ain’t hit shit
I just found me a glitch I’m the slickest
I just put me a 4 in some Sunkist


[Chorus]
I'm drinking on Louie
My collar be Fendi
My shoes is Versace
Don’t got no feelings
My exotic so potent
My bitches they choke every time they smoking
She twerk it she throw it
Pop a seal and I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin poet
This some of the realest shit
But I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse
Just hopped on and rode it
I’m in the Trap house and I can’t control it
I can’t let em play me just like a controller
Do the dash in a foreign
I locked up the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feeling so good
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like a ocean
I just hit a lil bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now had to trade in the Rover
I’m mixing my soda
My heart it be colder