GREAT ft. CAM! Lyrics

I've been living right, I really never thought about it still

If you do not keep it real, then tell me who gon' keep it real

I've been getting a lot of money, stacking up these dollar bills

Bad-ass hoes, she wanna fuck me every day for real

Outchea gettin' pape for real, Outchea getting cake for real

I was just talking to the Lord, don't like to pray for real

I was just talking to my boys about the plays for real

I was just talking to the plug, he said I'm great for real

Stroke her till she hit a note like, do re mi fa sol ti do

Only hit her one time, but she say she ain't your bitch no more

Told you I'ma do my shit on any beat that I get on

Know this shit been overdue, but now, Husk on a 1k song

Why he hollering at his smoke when we all know he's swisher-sweet

I've been on some other shit, record the song, let Roby switch the beat

Told that bitch that she can't be my girl, but we can sneaky link

That Vicky girl, I must've told her secret, know her pussy pink

Always been big-bodied nigga, know I never been a runner

See me on the stage, dreads hang, your bitch like chocolate thunder

Lay paper like a plumber, like I was Plies, I had to beat her under

Niggas talking crazy, but ain't did shit to them, I'm Stevie Wonder

Got plenty bitches on my trail, main bitch been up on my case

If I'm not fucking with that nigga, tell that bitch right to his face

Every time promoters hit my phone, yeah, I be on the way

You know I'm all about my benjis, know I got a paper chase

I've been living right, I really never thought about it still

If you do not keep it real, then tell me who gon' keep it real

I've been getting a lot of money, stacking up these dollar bills

Bad-ass hoes, she wanna fuck me every day for real

Outchea gettin' pape for real, Outchea getting cake for real

I was just talking to the Lord, don't like to pray for real

I was just talking to my boys about the plays for real

I was just talking to the plug, he said I'm great for real