Keep It Real (Explicit) - Fredo/Desiigner/Dave East

Written by：Sidney Selby/David Brewster/Anthony Dean Parchment

Ah

Desiigner：

Hide the money I keep it real

Know nuttin' else but to keep it real

Mama always told me keep it real

F**k the lying sh*t it get you killed

Screw your face up with the drill

Young n**ga originally stacking this mil

Don't give a f**k how you feel

Hey ah

Ah

Hide the money I keep it real

Know nuttin' else but to keep it real

Mama always told me keep it real

F**k the lying sh*t it get you killed

Screw your face up with the drill

Young n**ga originally stacking this mil

Don't give a f**k how you feel

Hey ah

I been getting money all night playa

I been getting money all night I played ya

With this brick I could make it

Slip it all for this paper

Codeine sipping late gooder

Go buy this purple fanta

Panda Panda Panda Panda

Panda Panda I'm in danger

Put the MAC on your shoulder you dipstick it's red lipstick

Back up

Threw hundred thousand in the club

When I do a hundred yeah I get the paper

Yeah these n**gas get the bands up

Dunk dunk hit a lay-up

Fredo：

Young n**ga counting them racks

Turning the powder to crack

Niggas should 'low all the chat if you had money how would you act

I'm living this life don't listen to dem they're living a lie

After I whip up this brick into 5

Think I might go take a trip to Dubai

These bricks got me dripping in ice

Your chick want some dick for the night

My uncle try give me advice like I don't know he's been hitting the pipe

This sh*t isn't nice so we cash out on clothes and glittery ice

Bro this brick isn't right how it ain't even lockin' it's sitting in ice

Catch me in my trap I'm laughing it's a joke

Cos I just sold a boy a brick and only half of it was coke

Can you catch my drift

I was young in mums tryna add some mix

She came home early caught me cooking nearly had a fit

Ah

Desiigner：

Hide the money I keep it real

Know nuttin' else but to keep it real

Mama always told me keep it real

F**k the lying sh*t it get you killed

Screw your face up with the drill

Young n**ga originally stacking this mil

Don't give a f**k how you feel

Hey ah

I been getting money all night playa

I been getting money all night I played ya

With this brick I could make it hey

Slip it all for this paper

Codeine sipping late gooder

Go buy this purple fanta

Panda Panda Panda Panda

Panda Panda I'm in danger

Put the MAC on your shoulder you dipstick it's red lipstick

Back up

Threw hundred thousand in the club

When I do a hundred yeah I get the paper

Yeah these n**gas get the bands up

Dunk dunk hit a lay-up

Dave East：

Young n**ga got my cake out

Put they Japan got my BAPE out

In my lap I got makeup she was just dying to taste cuz

Base came pulling Wraith up

Dice on me n**ga shake something

Shooter with me he gon' take something

You owe the plug you ain't making nuttin'

Diamonds looking like a water park

So much money I don't wanna talk

If they catch him know he gonna talk

All these foreigns I don't wanna walk

All this money sh*t I gotta spend

You ain't got it but we got it in

I'm here for paper

Got a lot of friends over 16 that I could cop a Benz

Handle dough with my leadership you never had coke on your fingertips

I thought to get rich I would need a brick

I would never ever need a b**ch

FedEx tell me that I need a hit street n**ga I just need a lift

Your wife told me that she needed dick

Go anywhere you ain't seeing this

Desiigner：

Hide the money I keep it real

Know nuttin' else but to keep it real

Mama always told me keep it real

F**k the lying sh*t it get you killed

Screw your face up with the drill

Young n**ga originally stacking this mil

Don't give a f**k how you feel

Hey ah

I been getting money all night playa

I been getting money all night I played ya

With this brick I could make it hey

Slip it all for this paper

Codeine sipping late gooder

Go buy this purple fanta

Panda Panda Panda Panda

Panda Panda I'm in danger

Put the MAC on your shoulder you dipstick it's red lipstick

Back up

Threw hundred thousand in the club

When I do a hundred yeah I get the paper

Yeah these n**gas get the bands up

Dunk dunk hit a lay-up