Babyface Ray - Real Niggas Don't Rap Lyrics

(Damn, Markie done turnt that shit up)
How I'm 'posed to tell my niggas stop gettin' money?

What I'm supposed to tell my young niggas? (Yeah)
Wild and don't give a fuck, a 100k it ain't enough (nigga)
Pandemic has been borin', I been runnin' money up (yeah)
How can these niggas hate me? I been showin' only love
I caught a baddie in the airport, wanna get her tummy tuck
Damn you look good, she said, "Nah, I look great" (cap)
Skin like honey with a coke bottle shape (yeah)
Squeeze it 'til it's empty on yo' lil' pretty face (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I took her to the club, she consider it a date
Money flyin', these bitches wanna go wit' me
Fall in line, I'm pullin' up four-hundred deep
She want time, you know I rather hug the street (yeah)

I know some street niggas don't rap (they don't rap at all)
Yeah, I know some millionaires don't rap (mm-mm, don't touch the money)
I know some real killers don't rap (real)
Ayy, I'm a real nigga, no rap (ayy)

They askin' questions, like how I really feel about it? (Mm-hmm)
Shit I'm cool, if I can get a million out it (double up)
I slept on air mattress, on a mat
No money, no hope of blowin' up off rap
Nigga brought his ho around, she cut her eye, I double back (yeah)
Niggas joggin' in place, and right now I'm runnin' lap (I'm runnin' lap)
The top feel better than the bottom, I admit (whole lot)
Ooh, you wet, fuck these niggas, show yo' wrist (what up?)
Rap niggas got rap beef, make a diss (why?)
Fuck that, I counted up a hundred makin' this
You scared to let your nuts hang, you won't ever take a risk (crazy)
We talkin' 'bout some money, I guess you can live without it (shut the fuck up)
The ride a little longer when you out here livin' honest (livin' honest nigga)
I was gettin' hungry, tryna ride to Benihana
Four in the mornin', out here playin' spin the bottle (what)
Spin off in the truck before I turn, I'm gettin' swallowed (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby girl called, said she havin' nigga problems
You ain't gotta pout, you can get this shit, I got it (I got it)
20k in Saks, I'm just dressin' up my closet (real)
Nine in the mornin' and I'm catchin' a deposit

I know some street niggas don't rap (they don't rap at all, yeah)
I know some millionaires don't rap
Yeah (don't touch the money)
I know some real killers don't rap (real)
Ayy I'm a real nigga, no rap (ayy)

You actin' funny, you a rapper huh?
She'll blow herself better than a vacuum, huh? (Yeah)
Shit tight so you hope that she don't ask for nothin' (yeah)
But when she do, you gon' tell her that you stackin, huh? (Ayy)
Yeah, move through the crowd with charisma
Make a ho move without speakin' like Matilda
I done did numbers on the 7k fielder (facts)
Pull up, serve a nigga in his hood, I ain't trippin' (where you at?)
Face in his laptop, he said he got a ticket now (yeah)
POA got you livin' like you movin' chickens, huh? (Oh, yeah)
Bro said it's Rollie been Patek, get a Richard now (oh, yeah)
Boy said it right, fuck a number and that shit en route (no cap)

No cap, no cap, no cap (shit en route, shit en route)