Authentic

Lyrics

[Intro: 03 Greedo] Ooh Yeah Oh yeah Oh, baby Yeah Mmm, yeah [Chorus: 03 Greedo] Money in my pocket, I look this good Had to make a profit, I was brought up in that rich hood Shit ain't what it seem, they make it look good Before I had a dollar, I was [?] 'cause my dick good I remember livin' off these bitches Gotta keep that shit authentic, I ain't never been vindicious, nah I remember livin' off these bitches 'Til I made it back outside and I SG'd my ride Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm [Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug] I don't want you, baby, that's some different energy Told her hit her knees, come and cleanse your sins with me Head put mе to sleep, look what you done did to me Diamonds on me dancin', hmm, typе shit, type shit Foreign whip drivin', different buttons for different speeds Pull the stats out, you can't tell we in different leagues? Back to back Benz, I'm high off this Maybach music All these rappers lyin' 'bout bodies made me hate rap music Pull up in the bank, pull out whatever, ain't nothin' to it Sue Yung, don't leave your home alone, don't make us do it Diamonds dancin' look like TV static, creatin' illusions Better not catch a nigga without that blower, don't make us do it How you got two legs? Complainin' like you can't get to it Cryin' 'bout some money that you gave me and I ain't make you do it Tryna get to the end of the rainbow? I can take you to it Cool nigga with some screws loose, don't make me lose it, the Plug [Chorus: 03 Greedo & Dody6] Money in my pocket, I look this good Had to make a profit, I was brought up in that rich hood Shit ain't what it seem, they make it look good Before I had a dollar, I was [?] 'cause my dick good I remember livin' off these bitches Gotta keep that shit authentic, I ain't never been vindicious, nah I remember livin' off these bitches 'Til I made it back outside and I SG'd my ride Mmm Mmm Mmm (Dead homies) Mmm [Verse 2: Dody6] Ayy, shit ain't really good around these sins that I keep travelin' on me I keep havin' nightmares off the Perkies, this shit scary, homie (What the fuck?) I just had to brave [?], because, and that shit gettin' to me Why would I go and hit the lick with you if ain't no profit? Damn, I'm headed to the top, like ain't no stoppers I can break her out of her pockets, can't you tell? Look how I talk to bitches All I want is blue huns and pink fifties, whole lot of it No, I can't give no meat to you, bitch, you be fuckin' with my opposites Ha, ha, ha, these bum niggas tryna start some shit (How?), and I keep knot Ayy, I remember days I was low, come on, you know I gotta keep it authentic Ayy, when I was down low in the pen', I cracked a bitch for some chicken Unless she was with it, I was quick to Bruce Lee kick her in her lemon I'm kiddin', I'm from Westside, but I get easty on your ass I want chicken, chip or leany, all bags full of cash Don't let my bitch do that dance when she see hundreds on the dash And I got money in my pocket, probably why these niggas mad [Chorus: 03 Greedo] Money in my pocket, I look this good Had to make a profit, I was brought up in that rich hood Shit ain't what it seem, they make it look good Before I had a dollar, I was [?] 'cause my dick good I remember livin' off these bitches Gotta keep that shit authentic, I ain't never been vindicious, nah I remember livin' off these bitches 'Til I made it back outside and I SG'd my ride Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm