[Intro: Rick Ross]
Walk with a real n***a
Self-made millionaire
(Maybach Music)
What more could you ask for, huh?

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
All blue Chucks, with the gold spikes
All black Benz with the chrome pipes
Run my own shit, own my own rights
Press my own line got my own stripes
Thousand-dollar luggage on a long flight
See me out in public, bet my arm bright
Million-dollar meetings, 'cause my songs tight
Said they gon' take it, n***a all right
Fake it 'til you make it — me, I ball right
Stack it 'til my paper is LeBron height
Russian cut diamond cost your car twice
S550, that's the wrong type
600 Benz, with the frog lights
Press the gas, snap your neck like a shark bite
Most of these n***as live the fraud life
So most of these bitches is a fraud's wife
When you meet a real n***a, play your cards right
'Cause when I meet a real bitch I do that broad right
Bet you I'ma leave my mark like a dog bite
Sellin hot 16's like they off white
[Chorus: French Montana]
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back — I'ma ball first

[Verse 2: YG]
Put you in the dirt, with all worms
My team straight, all perms
These hoes dirty, n***a, all germs
Listen to Nip, you learn like he spittin' all verbs
Bad lil bitch, all curves
Homies like corners, they all turn
Man, that big body, n***a, all swerves
Bitch, before you come to my house, call first
N***a, do your homework
Gotta take care of home first
You a ho n***a, take a ho bath
I got the strap on me, real n***as hold that
Where the ratchets at? Lets get ratchet, though
Never trick on a bitch, this ain't a magic show
I never trust and I never lust
And if it ain't the first night then we never fuck

[Chorus: French Montana]
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back — I'ma ball first
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back — I'ma ball first
(Maybach Music)