Lyrics Real Talk - B.o.B

Real Talk

I’m sick and tired of motherfuckin' talkin', nigga
I don’t give a fuck right now
Y’all niggas think we playin'
Y’all think this a game
Y’all think this chance
Y’all think this a motherfuckin' dice roll
But nigga check my pants
My motherfuckin' wallet too big and dense nigga
Fuck with me
Yeah, East Side and The A and Decatur all day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all niggas are fucked up
No I ain’t in this
My chance, no I ain’t lock up
I’m finna get my bucks up
I’m tryna get that bud
But I ain’t
I’m just choppin' off like doctors
So you better put your knocks off
You tryna fuck with us
You know that I’m a hustler
I’m coming out like a
So y’all niggas been
And back up, you fat fuck
upon that pony, homie
Ain’t no one pasta, but you’re pasta
Straight Macaroni
Y’all niggas are fucked up
No I ain’t in this
My chance, no I ain’t lock up
I’m finna get my bucks up
I’m tryna get that bud
But I ain’t
I’m just choppin' off like doctors
So you better put your knocks off
You tryna fuck with us
You know that I’m a hustler
I’m coming out like a
So y’all niggas been
And back up, you fat fuck
upon that pony, homie
Ain’t no one pasta, but you’re pasta
Straight Macaroni
I’m married to the game
Like it’s
And I’m real with it
So don’t come up to me actin' phony
You crack my with that bat nigga
That’s baloney
You bitch
You don’t belong here
You’re talkin' while you’re roamin'
Now nigga that’s expensive
I’m on that romance shit nigga
I got suspenders
Nigga I’m that suspenseful
The flow you know I’ll kill ya
Hoes you know I drill ‘em
They gon'—
Hold the fuck up nigga
It’s motherfuckin' B.o.B
This the movement
B Rich Entertainment, nigga
All motherfuckin' day
Y’all niggas know what this is
Oh look around, all curious and shit
You know what’s going on
Don’t get scared nigga, boo nigga, nigga
Take some motherfuckin' cover
Ahahaha
Yeah, yeah