[Intro]
(Doe Boy, how you make this?)

[Chorus: Iamsu!]
Baby, you a star, get somebody camera
You ain't gotta worry, everything is handled
All this money on me, I done got my bands up
Let me see you really get into it, stand up
Yeah, that's just how I feel
I don't sip unless it's sealed
I'm two hundred, yeah, too real

[Verse: ZayBang]
Look, ayy
I swear to God, I'm too real for some fake shit
And I don't need no n***a with me when I lane switch
I seen my first twenty thou' and bought eight blicks
And did that n***a for the free, we don't do paid hits, n***a
Now I got my bag up, so I could take trips
I'm with a bad model bitch who like to take pics
It's Beno Wrld for the denim if you peep drip
Why would I pay for some security if I keep stick?
It's hеlla money in the room, thesе n***as plottin' on me
I paid forty for this chain, yeah, I got it on me
And if you heard him speakin' down, he probably not the homie
And we ain't into throwin' hands, n***a, rockets only
Can't believe the bitch said she got some bands, I'ma need that
A sucker died, them n***as slid through his repast
You tryna spend twenty dollars with your cheap ass
Wonder why I ain't pickin' up the phone, 'cause I don't need that
A sucker slid on my lil' brother, but we creeped back
How you talkin' like you smoke 'za and bought a cheap pack?
And you could really have my old bitch with her weak ass
My new bitch raw, I swear to God, you know my bitch bad, like, ayy
[Chorus: Iamsu!]
Baby, you a star, get somebody camera
You ain't gotta worry, everything is handled
All this money on me, I done got my bands up
Let me see you really get into it, stand up
Yeah, that's just how I feel
I don't sip unless it's sealed
I'm two hundred, yeah, too real