Red Café ft. Yo Gotti - R.N.O. Lyrics

Shake down

Only, only, only

I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
Look I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only,
I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only

Dog life til I die I'm on my Machiavelli
These niggas acting like girl on that chiller paring
I ain't front the burns but I ride in the Chevy clack clack
Artillery A nigga ride heavy, oh God
Hang over it, hang over that
They acting like grouse, no vibrato over there
All black looking like an open red book over there
We got white girl on their worst behavior over there

This money ain't come over night
To look sure you can't stand over night
Get dog call inside I pimp hard, pimp hard
That's that road that might, fall better when I roll that dice
Hold the mic like you about to speak
Girl it's stuck you know I like shat shit
Now she telling me she love me as we living in 20 hits
Hammer for that love I can even fall asleep

I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
Look I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only,
I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only

I fuck with real niggas only
Go rap with my homies,
I don't need security 'cause I keep all homies with me
All young niggas around me, I catch you homie
If you're here for the chain then you a dummy
400 for the fan, 100 for the lambo
I fuck a fan but she gotta be a bad hoer
Take her out in Honda core and put her in a Tom ford
I turn up for a homie
If you fuck with a real nigga, might fuck off a mil with you
I say that I'm the one and only
Joke boy now they trade bitch
If you get it personal, you'll only get bricks nigga

I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
Look I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only,
I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only

I'm run and head it like it's get killer
Nothing change still guns and butter
My niggas up in here we need that bottom serving
Get my bitch ass bitch sure we had it work it, oh God
Let's stay shit, let's stay gangster shit
Roll my weed , turn my pistol, she might be gangsters bitch, I love her
Look at her ass nigga
I love her
Can't you tell can't you tell
I fuck with real niggas only
Real niggas fuck with me
The rest of y'all are my sons and I don't want the custody
Break 'em up, eight ball cut the pocket
In the street club dressin'
Shake that on topic
Long dick nigga only fuck with hard bitches
Hard core bitches, still I won't call bitches
She telling me she love me as we land between the sheets
I ain't gonna fall in love, I ain't even go to sleep

I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
I fuck with real niggas only
Only, only,
Look I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only,
I fuck with real bitches only
Only, only,