Your money going down that's tough, holdup, wait
Talking that shit that's enough, wait, wait ya
Running up a cheque that's a must (Run it up, run it up)
And you know we make pounds, we be smoking on loud, yeah my niggas all round and we bout that stuff
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Realest in the city
Realest in the land
Niggas diss and niggas mad
F*ck it go 50 tell em get the strap
Bro got the stash in the bag
It's hot on the mains so man had to dash
Main bitch moving mad
Like how many times have I told her relax
I'm just in it for the bag
So why you mad bro?
Niggas toying money like it's hasbros for a bad hoe
Leave a nigga mad broke
That's sad bro you ain't never had dough
Niggas stunting in designer
Wasn't for you Marge you probably wouldn't have those
Bro pulled up kinda fast tho
Do the skrtt skrrt on the back roads
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Outta time, outa mind, outter space, wait
Tryna see the stars in the wraith
Name a bigger star I'll wait
Shine bright like we up in the sky we diamonds we the biggest stars in the place
Now she all up in my phone
She won't leave me alone
Like bitch get the f*ck out my face got girls all kinda races
Wanna fill a palace with their faces
Got your Mrs pictures and she naked
Only likes em dark I call her racist
Now she fiendish for the chocolate stick
Shawty bad she wanna taste it
Shawty bad she wanna taste it
Now I know I said I'm out my mind but I've always gotta test my luck
I just feel it then I write it
I don't care if you don't like it
Got the baddest bitch all excited
She feeling me and ima pipe it
You know i ain't gonna wife it
You know I only 1 night it
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Nay One & Jayb - In the City Lyrics
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Your money going down that's tough, holdup, wait
Talking that shit that's enough, wait, wait ya
Running up a cheque that's a must (Run it up, run it up)
And you know we make pounds, we be smoking on loud, yeah my niggas all round and we bout that stuff
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Realest in the city
Realest in the land
Niggas diss and niggas mad
F*ck it go 50 tell em get the strap
Bro got the stash in the bag
It's hot on the mains so man had to dash
Main bitch moving mad
Like how many times have I told her relax
I'm just in it for the bag
So why you mad bro?
Niggas toying money like it's hasbros for a bad hoe
Leave a nigga mad broke
That's sad bro you ain't never had dough
Niggas stunting in designer
Wasn't for you Marge you probably wouldn't have those
Bro pulled up kinda fast tho
Do the skrtt skrrt on the back roads
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Outta time, outa mind, outter space, wait
Tryna see the stars in the wraith
Name a bigger star I'll wait
Shine bright like we up in the sky we diamonds we the biggest stars in the place
Now she all up in my phone
She won't leave me alone
Like bitch get the f*ck out my face got girls all kinda races
Wanna fill a palace with their faces
Got your Mrs pictures and she naked
Only likes em dark I call her racist
Now she fiendish for the chocolate stick
Shawty bad she wanna taste it
Shawty bad she wanna taste it
Now I know I said I'm out my mind but I've always gotta test my luck
I just feel it then I write it
I don't care if you don't like it
Got the baddest bitch all excited
She feeling me and ima pipe it
You know i ain't gonna wife it
You know I only 1 night it
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Talking that shit that's enough, wait, wait ya
Running up a cheque that's a must (Run it up, run it up)
And you know we make pounds, we be smoking on loud, yeah my niggas all round and we bout that stuff
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Realest in the city
Realest in the land
Niggas diss and niggas mad
F*ck it go 50 tell em get the strap
Bro got the stash in the bag
It's hot on the mains so man had to dash
Main bitch moving mad
Like how many times have I told her relax
I'm just in it for the bag
So why you mad bro?
Niggas toying money like it's hasbros for a bad hoe
Leave a nigga mad broke
That's sad bro you ain't never had dough
Niggas stunting in designer
Wasn't for you Marge you probably wouldn't have those
Bro pulled up kinda fast tho
Do the skrtt skrrt on the back roads
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Outta time, outa mind, outter space, wait
Tryna see the stars in the wraith
Name a bigger star I'll wait
Shine bright like we up in the sky we diamonds we the biggest stars in the place
Now she all up in my phone
She won't leave me alone
Like bitch get the f*ck out my face got girls all kinda races
Wanna fill a palace with their faces
Got your Mrs pictures and she naked
Only likes em dark I call her racist
Now she fiendish for the chocolate stick
Shawty bad she wanna taste it
Shawty bad she wanna taste it
Now I know I said I'm out my mind but I've always gotta test my luck
I just feel it then I write it
I don't care if you don't like it
Got the baddest bitch all excited
She feeling me and ima pipe it
You know i ain't gonna wife it
You know I only 1 night it
We the realist in the city
Got lean in my cup, come f*ck with us
Smoking ammy getting litty
Got the baddest bitch rolling wimme
Tracksuit on a night
Nikey that's only right
She suck me off just how I like it
She telling me she wanna bite it
Writer: Jamal Bromfield, Nathan Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid