Young Thug - Don't Make You Real Lyrics

Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they


Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
'Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I'm the tycoon
Ain't no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P's in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the
Red cross
Bout to swish this shit up like I'm Mase
I beat this case but I don't drink but I bought a case
My diamonds call me
I'm out in the streets bout to motherfuckin' race


Just because you rich
Don't make you real (that's a hundred nigga)
It's a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya'
Just because you rich
Don't make you real (that's a hundred nigga)
It's a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya'
It's a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest


My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain't talkin' STD, but I'm bout to takin' the wall (takin' the wall)
I drink Act' like I'm bored, I drink it everyday it's a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
I'm fresher than a
Cops get off me
I called it y'all, I'm handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up
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