RealEzMoney$ - Step In Lyrics

Step in the scene in designer
You can have her I do want her
Cause I'm getting straight to the commas
Gotta run it up just for my momma
Got to run it up just for my poppa
Yea they raised a real and a hustla
You got the pack then you just fumble
When my boys up y'all in trouble

Claim you got cash but you a lair
You got played now boy be wiser
Your b fine but mine be finer
Tryna spark up where's da lighter
Stackin my money it getting higher
Give me da beat and you know dat I'll slaughter
When they hate on me it really don't matter
Burrberry on me you can tell by da pattern
Still sagging got a designer on
She want me to stay but I won't stay long
Noho city that's where Im from
I'm wit shawty and she looking so bomb
What you smoke on Bet it ain't strong
On my grind and that's all day long
She off the liquor you can tell she gone
She shaking ass when they play my song

I'm high asf and I'm feeling paranoid
You turn broke well that was your choice
Seeing momma happy really brings me joy
Got couple homies that tuck them toy
My crowd be lit they be bring da noise
Saying you about that then prove your point
I want count millions just like Floyd
So I go run it just for the joy

Step in the scene in designer
You can have her I do want her
Cause I'm getting straight to the commas
Gotta run it up just for my momma
Got to run it up just for my poppa
Yea they raised a real and a hustla
You get the pack then you just fumble
When my boys up y'all in trouble

Doing me and my momma proud
On stage turning up wit the crowd
I'm a real G you can keep the crown
Someone get they man cause he acting out
I'm glade my day ones stuck around
High asf never coming down
She want me to pipe but I want that mouth
Got watch for your back cause these fool like to foul

How you say you f*ck wit me when you haven't pulled up to the shows
Gotta say shoutout to the real bros
For all the real hustlers getting doe
Putting a meal on the plate for their folks
To the ones struggling I just want you to know
There's more better days coming On your road
Just remain solid and stand ten toes

She on knees but I ain't no pope
You ain't a shooter why you got a pole
Niggas cap and I put it on bro
He a square like cinnamon toast
Like your bankroll you just fold
I create and you follow
You the type to sell your soul
Won't do dat cause my heart is gold

Won't stop till my pockets filled with benjis
Come get your bitch cause she acting friendly
Say he got but he ain't showing any
He a follower only liking what's trending
Pray to god that these demons dont take me
Committing sins but I ain't regretting
Getting money what you doing lately
You cap lil boy why you faking

Step in the scene in designer
You can have her I do want her
Cause I'm getting straight to the commas
Gotta run it up just for my momma
Got to run it up just for my poppa
Yea they raised a real and a hustla
You get the pack then you just fumble
When my boys up y'all in trouble