• Wiz Khalifa
• Cypress Hill
• Childish Gambino
• Cire
• Cadence Weapon

[Intro:]
Ya'll already know what it is man
If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang
Ugh, it's not a problem, we spending change
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage
They feelin 'em at all, these niggas a mirage
Handling my biz like a full body of massage, hands on
Niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage
Cops fuck with me hopin to get a charge
Hoes leaving their man, fuckin us cause our cars
If it's one thing I know, it's smokin and living large
Got me speedin down the interstate
See what I'm eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate
Hey she fuckin me cause how I win a race
Plus I ain't cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake
Wait I'm talkin fast car, big estate
Money come in cash plus in the bank
Nigga don't believe me, throw it in your face
Bitch I'm in the building like real estate
[Chorus:]
They say I'm still the same
You know it ain't a thang
Except the zipcode ain't a damn thang changed
I'm gettin money, keep the champaigne coming
Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, nooo, noooo, uh ha
I'm straight, when you gettin money muthaf-kas gonna hate
Find the baddest bitch and get her number,
I don't even call her (call her, call her)
Feel like a million dollars
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
When they make it,
They should put my face up on a million dollar bill
Dollar bill, dollar bill
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
Cause that's how I feel yup
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ballin's not a hobby, it's my occupation
Hoes on my dick, that's my confirmation
Couple stars with me, that's a constelation
Jacksons, Grants, Benjys, that's my conversation
Touch the pedal once, it look like I'm racing
Eyes chinese, smoke like I'm jamacian,
V.I.P rollin' doobies up and face it
12 bottles of Rose, I'm on some gang shit
Gettin all the shit, cake crumblin
Ain't nothin, told them lil niggas I take from 'em
Laughin my all the way to the bank
Tried to talk but they can't
They just stand ther, e when they starin
Hatin, mumblin,
What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin
Started kinda hot, now it's safe to say we bubblin
400 on a zip, blow it all day
Another city, state, another mill to make

[B-Real]
You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator (kill em B-Real)
Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
some go nut, the power of the last one
slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
cause he needs a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH
Now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill
Step off! You know why?
This shit is all about BOO-YAA cause I said step off!
[B-Real]
This is the crime you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this
was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king
of a minor ?
All for 47, swung ? eleven
Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven
Weak ducks, duckin and buckin
Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats
From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your punk shit
Suckers, you're nuttin, ? like a jock ?
Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse
Straight from the deficit
Another scripture of B-Real
Yeah.. get funky, Real
This is the Lower Eastside of things
YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill
[B-Real]
You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of
everything you know, still you can't do no
damage or duel though aiyyo, cause our crew now
the Real is the ?, sport and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers
I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked
and choke off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic, funk-elistic
Chew slower or become another statistic
Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
Yo I told you to keep down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G
Wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin back to the old school
So they keep goin out
Cause they're just not Real
Ha yeah that's right fool
[B-Real]
Yes the master pass, kick your ass
and feel combustion, for the dope blast
Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, then you get shot up
See, violators will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted
Not so, no there's no sellout
You ain't got enough ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
[Sen Dog]
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate

Feat. Alley Boy, Swank & Tina Fey
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport looking old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I'm about
Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga I'm from Georgia that's the realest state
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I'm feeling like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-X
Gotta use that latex or she living like a princess
They don't wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep
I got houses in the mountains, man Will Smith live down the street
Got that generation money my grandkids are assholes
Stacking something dummy every verse I got got cash flow
Monaco they loved me, I'm wearing something ugly
But they still know I'm rich though so my doo-rag lookin' stuffy
Rollin' with the royalty Kauai is just my Camelot
Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top Saint Bart's
Pushin' 997's like I'm making fuckin' phone calls
Half a mill is low bar
Lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than Betty White
Spot me on Dalmatian Croatian girls salvation us
Make something of myself man
Somebody let'em know, 'cuz it's that eastside nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Ridin' around with a whole meal, real estate can a nigga [?]?
Gold [?] no ice grill [?]
Georgia nigga I'm A-town eastside nation wide
[?] nigga like Tim Briggs, killed them, homicide
Real estate that's my estate Georgia pizza [?]
Mason Ave, that's my street, we sellin' crack on Front Street
Old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it
New crib got a ticket on it, just cast out some figures on it
Baby momma, stank bitch fought child support, I'm too rich
[?] you can pay your bills on my dick
My drives license's suspended but I'm still ridin' in a Bentley
I'm still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin'
Me and Childish Gambino plenty chips no casino
Poppin' bottles with models they gone suck on some pronto
Put my grill in your real estate, know I come from that real estate
Niggas eating of our paper plate we just cop'em with alley 8s
[Hook x2]
[Outro 1: Swank]
Man Atlanta showing love too, man
Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside
And for the North side, man them niggas up there be testin'
Ain't nothing changed man, we still get money out here
Royalty forever in this bitch
Gambino nigga, you know what I'm saying?
That new shit man
One time for the one time man, real nigga stand up
Two times for the bad bitches, three for the rich
You know what I'm talking about?
You know what it is man, yeah man
Money talk, bullshit walkin' marathon
Real niggas know what I'm talking about
Royalty forever motherfucker
Gambino forever motherfucker
Get used to it, Royalty nigga, Royalty motherfucker
Motherfucking eastside stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town
We in this bitch like we fucking a dog or some shit my nigga
Man y'all motherfuckers already know what it is
Royalty forever in this bitch, bitch niggas fall back
Real recognize real and y'all sucka niggas ain't it
You feel me? Man don't watch me, watch TV
Wait, 'Bino on that shit too, God damn
Man we gettin' that white people money, you heard that?
Matter of fact Tina, tell these niggas what I'm talking about one time
[Outro 2: Tina Fey]
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
We ballin' 'till we fuckin' up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live son
My president is black and my Prius is blue motherfucker
Royalty all day, we droppin' racks in Nordstroms son
That's racks on racks damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something
crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don't feel comfortable

Way too detatched to fight the waves...
Reptiles have overtaken everything... but there's still
so much to save.
Don't ever let them change your face.
Don't ever let them change your face.
Let them feast upon their own shit.
Let them split their tounges to lie with both ends.
Let them fill their plates with the dead.
Never let them make your face real estate.
(×2)
Let them feast upon their own shit.
Let them split their tounges to doublespeak again.
Let them fill their plates with the dead.
Never let them make your face a mask to hide behind...
A part of their design... An accomplice to this crime...
A product they can buy or sell in any way.
If that's all that you can save, never make it real

just bought a house, can't deal with the space
just bought a beat, can't deal with the bass
before you use lived good, they'd deal in the bass
you'd only feel real with concealing the mase
not now while you made a great choice
this'll be a good home, i think you gotta a nice voice
however you seen cause it feels real fresh
cause the rappers over here don't ever say "def"
brownstove coal lady, opposite arrest
we deal in condominiums, they usually weigh out
windows on your side view, when you go down south
over there it's okay to have gold in your mouth
i sold crew a house now it's a workstore
real estate sales are the oldest turf war
we've got proxy even though it hurts more
you're on a lease if your major label
I made a deal today with selling real estate
owning land, i wrote so slow
oh no, go-go i'm a focused man
is gotta good look, let's get's em on the block
with a grey suit, hey you, don't really get it
you undersell a house, let's get more specific
i outsell my city, put your eyes on the digit
i get more billings than the parkland district
and whyte.ave sit on my face for the bus
trust.. me, i know some other salesman that
we're the same wave, but their character fails them
they sellout and their heads unfurl then
you won't see me where i'm by a pool with my girlfriend
no guns, notice this a safe neighbourhood
where everything is okay and alright and all that
what's your sales pitch sir? there ain't know tellin
i own the same house that i'm selling
I made a deal today with selling real estate
yo, hurry hurry now, hurry up, hurry quick
rappers on the radio don't talk about shit
i know a couple kids who went to school for this
then dropped out, hopped out with a wack single
remember that the chorus is a fast food jingle
that gets you in spots where the hearts start to mingle
ok pot roast, stop those raptors that are not gold
seller
that are not no better than the states