Real Niggaz (Remix)

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Aston Martin, Panamera

Bad bitches, hit 'em with the hamma

Maserati, deuce Ferrari

I got horse bitches, I'm the life of the party

Got the 3.5, and my night just started

I heard she 'bout to get high, so Imma light this spark

And I be goin' so fast, check my mileage

And I be blowin' on gas, like I work at Pilot

Autostart my car, ho

Trademark my barcode, check money, Wells Fargo

Then I might Louis V my wardrobe

I drop half a ten, on my earlobe

I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas

If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas

If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]

Louis V my everything, True Religion my everything

I hit the mall and I cash out, bitch really, I could buy anything

Aston Martin, new Ferrari

She love the way I kick it like I knew karate

In the bed with three hoes, blowin' out them zero's

Your bitch is a ocean like where the fuck is Nemo?

All I know is foreign but my bitch red

I do not understand what that bitch said

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Aston Martin, Panamera

Bad bitches, hit 'em with the hamma

Maserati, deuce Ferrari

I got horse bitches, I'm the life of the party

Got the 3.5, and my night just started

I heard she 'bout to get high, so Imma light this spark

And I be goin' so fast, check my mileage

And I be blowin' on gas, like I work at Pilot

Autostart my car, ho

Trademark my barcode, check money, Wells Fargo

Then I might Louis V my wardrobe

I drop half a ten, on my earlobe

I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas

If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas

If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

[Verse 2: Trouble]

Rich Homie, Rich The Kid, Trouble rich, trouble kid

So much flavor, you unable to catch it like I [?]

Fucked so many bitches you would think I was born with a couple dicks

Duct tape the mob, I swear to God, I would never switch

Aston Martin, ain't got me now

But I've been stackin' all of this paper up to spread it 'mongst the fam

Push start it, too retarded

Still ride with that yappa, middle finger to them coppers

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

Aston Martin, Panamera

Bad bitches, hit 'em with the hamma

Maserati, deuce Ferrari

I got horse bitches, I'm the life of the party

Got the 3.5, and my night just started

I heard she 'bout to get high, so Imma light this spark

And I be goin' so fast, check my mileage

And I be blowin' on gas, like I work at Pilot

Autostart my car, ho

Trademark my barcode, check money, Wells Fargo

Then I might Louis V my wardrobe

I drop half a ten, on my earlobe

I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas

If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah

I don't fuck with you, I fuck with real niggas

If you lame as hell, then I don't deal with yah