Family > Money

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
 If you really ballin' for real (let's do it)
 These niggas ain't ballin' for real
 Yeah
 Yeah
 Real niggas first, family over money
 Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (trap)
 Got my paper right, now you can't tell me nothing (nah)
 Grind all winter, fuckin' up the summer
 Do it big time, might go get a Hummer (yeah)
 Even though you lying, tell me that you love me
 If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' (if you really ballin')
 If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga
 New strand got me working bags, should be in the booth
 Fuck Instagram, won't go out sad, you gotta tell the truth
 I play the back and turn my youngins up, feel like my nigga Shoot
 I'm in Miami feelin' homeless, bro, my car ain't got no roof
 Five star, sippin', eatin' lobster, big soup
 Play with me, we hit the block, look like we dropped a nuke
 Hundred racks, cleared the whole bag, just ask my nigga Deuce
 Man, these streets done taught me everything, I shouldn't have went to school
 Firm believer of what you put in is what you get
 Put in work so goddamn long, now I'm lit
 Scooped her up in the SVR, then sent a Lyft
 Tell my kids, "The world is ours, what you want, you can get" (got you)
 Tears of joy, I'm grateful, look how a nigga live
 I'm exhausted, check your bags, I ain't got time to reminisce
 He say he ain't feeling me, then I probably hit his bitch
 Tell my nigga keep his mask down and shoot it like he Rip
 We ain't doing no attempts
 Man, her pussy so good, I had to pay her rent
 Hope you know that shit around for real, we ain't playing rich
 Half a milli' for a townhouse, it's why I'm staying in
 Too legit to quit, that shit old, I done did that shit
 Man, my neck lit, turn her head, it's The Exorcist
 Fucked your bitch good at 8 a.m., let's get some breakfast then
 They done gave the wrong boy some money, know I'm reckless with it
 I don't respect these niggas, I don't fuck with 'em
 Ones flyin' in that nigga section like, "Fuck niggas"
 Drop a bag and freed the old hood, shit, Trump did it
 Hit the door, these hoes already know we the one, nigga
 Real niggas first, family over money
 Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (jumping)
 Got my paper right (yeah), now you can't tell me nothing (can't tell me nothing)
 Grind all winter (grind), fuckin' up the summer (fuckin' up the summer)
 Do it big time (big), might go get a Hummer (yeah)
 Even though you lying, tell me that you love me
 If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' (if you really ballin')
 If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga
 Lookin' up, seein' dark clouds, my pain runnin' deep
 Adderall, Perky, G6, I been dodging sleep
 Can't stop, won't stop, word to Chris and Neef
 Marble Louis dark shades on, tryna sneak and geek
 Shoutout my nigga Goggle, scorched a house for like a week
 Nigga thought I wasn't a wolf until I smiled, he seen the teeth
 Syrup got me slow motion, ones falling like a leaf
 Biography of Face Mob, sayin' it over beats (for real)
 Say she never had it before, I fucked her on the beach
 I had to stop and put my heart away, looked up and seen a leech
 It's probably gon' be RIP if it's just you and me
 I'm like Jesus, food on the table, let my niggas eat
 Demons in my sleep haunt me
 Told her ass to leave, yeah, she gon' see it's only one of me
 Rich nigga, still treating shit like I'm hungry
 Talking slick, caught his ass in public and we stompin' him (nigga)
 Designer bags all on the seat, it's hard to see
 I'm in the industry to get all the money, look, y'all can beef
 I woke up late and got a text from my ho, "You doggin' me"
 I text her back and told her, "Bitch, if I'm broke, you off of me" (for real)
 You know I know the game, I ain't no rookie
 Know XXL the same, don't put me on no booklet
 Calm down, baby fucked the gang, ain't trippin' 'bout no pussy
 I hit the club, my ex was with a lame, I hope that bitch was looking
 If you really ballin', nigga, where your jewels at?
 Know I'm really ballin', I be smashin' coupes past
 You ain't posted in a minute, boy, you must be doing bad
 They know Face be in his own lane, I'm never choosing sides, nigga
 Real niggas first, family over money
 Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (jumping)
 Got my paper right (yeah), now you can't tell me nothing (can't tell me nothing)
 Grind all winter (grind), fuckin' up the summer (fuckin' up the summer)
 Do it big time (big), might go get a Hummer (yeah)
 Even though you lying, tell me that you love me
 If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin' (if you really ballin')
 If you really ballin', buy your bitches somethin', nigga