About U (feat. DRAM)

And I'm so for real about you I poured up a six again With a bad, bad bitch again Ain't no telling what she on When, when we done with this again ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Find a bitch that's thick like this again I congratulate you on my own Buy designer shit like this again Hope you not tryna run up, 'cause then I won't hesitate to shoot this bitch All this dope I got, all this dope I got It still ain't as dope as you Still ain't as dope as you Hit the streets, stay out Sip that lean, knockout Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh) And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real about you) And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you) And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you) I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you) W-wanna stack up your Benjamins But you can't get set back and shit So you caught a flat on your Benz again Dropped it off, got it fixed again Versace draws on your bitch again Got her on her paws like a pit again Ran off on your plug, oh you did him in Oh nah, she ain't from here, she not citizen (Not from here at all) All this guap I got, all this guap I got I just might throw it on you Just might throw it on you Gave my son all my 10s again Savin' all his ones again Taught him how to shoot a nine Walked in Gucci, bought a nine in men's Hit the streets, stay out Sip that lean, knockout Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh) And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real about you) And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you) And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you) I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you) Made my old bottom bitch my bottom bitch again Got her back addicted to my wisdom and this dick again I got rich two times in one lifetime, finna get rich again Think it's 'bout that time because my palms getting that itch again I can't rub it off, pink molly look like raw chicken skin If you see me grinding up my teeth, I'm on that thizz again If you see a ho walking with me, we friends with benefits Bitch it's what you think, but what you think is not my business No, it's not at all, ayy, ayy All this guap, all this drip, watch it drop on your bitch I get paid a scholarship, just for playing colleges School of hard knocks, big facts, that part Pools of Wockhardt, my heart won't start Sentiment, I don't really show it, all I know is grind and get it in I done seen so many fuckin' commas for my penmanship I'ma keep my left hand to that pad 'til it fall off For the love of music and the Benjamins, uh Hit the streets, stay out Sip that lean, knockout Fuck that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh) And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real about you) And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you) And I'm so for real about you (So for real about you) I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere without you) W-wanna stack up your Benjamins W-wanna stack up your Benjamins ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney