[Intro: Doe B]
They make believe these n***as too fake
Make believe these n***as too fake

[Chorus: Doe B]
Louie V’s with no shoelace
Drinkin' lean like it Kool-Aid
These VVS ain’t no fugaz'
They make believe these n***as too fake
I fuck with real n***as and bad bitches
Got the real n***as and bad bitches
Real n***as and bad bitches
Now where my real n***as and bad bitches?

[Verse 1: Doe B]
Gold Rollie, VS1’s
Chain bussin like Vietnam
See it with you, lil bling bling on
Like it came straight from Cheech and Chong
No shoe strings, I mean Louie Vuitton
No 2 chainz, I got 3 on
You n***as goin nuts over pecans
I’m a big dog, you’re a pee-on
Bad bitches and real n***as
Polo, no Hilfiger
‘Cause Players Only Live Once
Rest in peace Chad Butler I’m still pimpin
It ain’t dead, I’m still livin
Dead Prez is my True Religion
I’m too hot, I need a cool assistant
Call the cops because my roof is missin'
Sippin lean like it Kool-Aid
White bread like too paid
Getting more head than toupee
Diamond clear like Blu-Ray
Lil n***a you too fake
Your bitch say she want a real n***a
You try to hide or you can try to save her
Nevermind, I’ma still hit her
[Chorus: Doe B]
Louie V’s with no shoelace
Drinkin' lean like it Kool-Aid
These VVS ain’t no fugaz'
They make believe these n***as too fake
I fuck with real n***as and bad bitches
Got the real n***as and bad bitches
Real n***as and bad bitches
Now where my real n***as and bad bitches?

[Verse 2: Shad da God]
Outfit clean OCD
Fuck around, put a pimp on a CD
Who the fuck got a bank round this bitch
We done pour it up like Ri Ri
AP and wet with the VV
It’s the same thing on my necklace
I don’t be facin' my dealers just like she on front of the magazine
Thirty rounds in the magazine
Fresh out that jet, lil bitch we traveling
Smoking on gasoline
All I needs is sorta oh fairly
Yea, I'm iced out and I’m geeked
Said fuck D in the street
I’m yelling lines in these streets short
[Verse 3: Big Kuntry King]
Real n***as and bad bitches
Cash getting yo ass kissed
Count twenty thousand like ten minutes
Got a foreign whip with your bitch in it
Hustle Gang, my team winnin'
Sleep then and when I’m still sippin'
Wanna pop the clip and you get rippin'
I’mma fuck around this Imma Lieutenant!
And it’s all about the paper
You block just sweat like the Lakers
Uh, west side, they know me
Two times, for the Doe B
Louie’s got blood on my hoffy
Broke n***a, G.D.O.D
I shout like one of Birdman to you
Smoking D-O-P-E

[Chorus: Doe B]
Louie V’s with no shoelace
Drinkin' lean like it Kool-Aid
These VVS ain’t no fugaz'
They make believe these n***as too fake
I fuck with real n***as and bad bitches
Got the real n***as and bad bitches
Real n***as and bad bitches
Now where my real n***as and bad bitches?
[Verse 4: Yung Booke]
LV’s, True Religion
All these racks can’t fit up in it
VVS got blood in it
My money longer than life sentence
Her pussy good like soul food
Your main bitch is my old news
She got the red bottoms, Jimmy Choo's
I ain’t get that bitch a pair of house shoes
Red box, cocktail
All my n***as jumpin off the porch
All my n***as be going for broke
I’m mad talkin like Scott Storch
Styrofoam, double cup
Blowin up bout two 4’s
The baddest bitch you ever seen
Like stolen rims, she’s on all fours

[Bridge: Big Kuntry King & Yung Booke]
Fuck them fuck n***as, I know they hate us
‘Cause all my n***as getting paper
Fifty bottles, we got em raised up
I done fucked the ho, so why you got em caged up?

[Chorus: Doe B]
Louie V’s with no shoelace
Drinkin' lean like it Kool-Aid
These VVS ain’t no fugaz'
They make believe these n***as too fake
I fuck with real n***as and bad bitches
Got the real n***as and bad bitches
Real n***as and bad bitches
Now where my real n***as and bad bitches?