Lyrics What U Really Mean - Lil Pete

What U Really Mean

Boss up little bitch
Come get this money with me
Got them 5's got them 10's
I got them hunnids with me
Get off your ass
Go get some money stop being broke
10 p’s 30 bands
That’s a give and go
Broke nigga
In his feelings what he mad fo
Is he mad about this bitch
Or this fat loaf
Young nigga getting rich im doing my thang I aint hiding shit nigga
I ain’t tuckin these chains
Real nigga
In your presence let me bless you
Play your part little bitch
Before I nix you
I ain’t into savin hoes
Ain’t no rescue
Million dollar nigga
Bitch I’ll finesse you
Neiman Marcus girl retarded
Don’t step on my kicks
Bape gang goin crazy
Go check on yo whip
Checkin chicken
So you know that I’m checkin a bitch
Took losses Now we winnin
You know it ain’t shit
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain’t really from the (from the) streets
Week
I’ve been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain’t really from the (from the) streets
Week
I’ve been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Big dreams growin up
As a young nigga
Momma told me get the money
Don’t be dumb nigga
Up top
Ya that’s really where I’m from nigga
20 shots plus 30
That’s a drum nigga
You can have these bitches
I’m a count this cash up
Nigga all up in my face
Nigga back up
High as shit
With a 40
Better tag ya
If she choosin'
Go and get
You can have her
Ya
Can you tell me where the life is
One time for my people on indictments
Diamonds fake
You can tell it when the lights hit
Niggas mad
And I know that they ain’t gon like this
Ain’t no love in these streets
Always keep your pistol
And your gun in the streets
How you run with this beef
I be countin money
In the slums with a gleek
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain’t really from the (from the) streets
Week
I’ve been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean
Streets
You ain’t really from the (from the) streets
Week
I’ve been counting money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Say they wanna off me
Ya they say they wanna off me
I ain’t talkin cuz their talk cheap
Ya they say they wanna off me (bitch)