Waka Flocka Flame - Keep It Real lyrics

[Intro] Flocka! [Bridge] I got money, I got cash f** with Plies, n***a, that's your a** Bricksquad clique, we about that cash f** with Gucci Mane, that's your a** [Hook] Keep it real and don't lie, smoke blunts 'til I die Boy the trap on fire, puff the J, gone get high In the trap with Hit Squad k**ers Signed on the dotted line, the Brick Squad n***as [Verse 1] Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy, we so trill DJ Khaled, mothaf**a, I'm so hood Me and Ace Hood trapping, selling good Robbery thoughts man, I wish a n***a would Me and Trick Daddy riding swerving in a donk Blowing loud kush stanking like a f**ing skunk Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexing Rolling off them beans boy, we high like George Jetson Need a bad b**h, so I paged Trina A ho with a** like Jacki-O, tell me have you seen her [Bridge] + [Hook] [Verse 2] What's up, Murda Mook? What's up, Uncle Murda? What's up, Maino? Ain't no place I can't go G-Unit Indo, yes, I'm blowing 50 packs Lloyd Banks and Yayo, y'all know y'all my kin folk Catch me in BX, f**ing with Terror Squad Or better yet in Harlem World f**ing with Dipset You don't want your clique wet, so please no disrespect All I know is grip the tec, so please no disrespect Q.U.E.E.N.S. North Jamaica Queens back down to Baisley Projects Or Westside Merrick, f**ing with the towers Red rain drops on you mothaf**in' cowards Family so f**ing real, yes, I'm down to f**ing k** I'm about the dollar bill, tryna see 100 mill [Hook]