Lyrics:

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Oh, Ohh)
i'm A Real, I'm A Real
i'm A Real Good Slime
i'ma Ride That Red Eye (Red Eye) Like A Demon
stack That Money 'til I Can't No More (No More)
we Be Robbin' And Schemin' (On God), Oh Lord
how Long Would It Be Until This Pain Gon' Go
straight From Bottom, Blow A Bag On My Bros, Oh, Yeah, Yeah
just For His Head, A Hundred Thousand, Say Less, I Pay That
got Plenty Money, But I Had To Jump Up Out My Bag

i Stayed Down Lately, Shawty, I'd Die For You
fuck That Shit That He Be Talkin', Did He Ride For You
i Jeopardize And Send My Brothers 'fore To Slide For You
and Every Nigga 'round Me Willing 'fore To Die For You
who You Judgin' I Come Up Straight From The Gutter
we Done Struggled, Me And My Brothers Had No One But Each Other
i Can Buy A Hatchback, But Can't Buy My Family Back, My Life Nothin'
i Want My Ni Back, But I'm Caught Up With These Hoes And I'm Thuggin'

i'ma Ride That Red Eye (Red Eye) Like A Demon
stack That Money 'til I Can't No More (No More)
we Be Robbin' And Schemin' (On God), Oh Lord
how Long Would It Be Until This Pain Gon' Go
straight From Bottom, Blow A Bag On My Bros, Oh, Yeah, Yeah
just For His Head, A Hundred Thousand, Say Less, I Pay That
got Plenty Money, But I Had To Jump Up Out My Bag

ride Foreign Ride, Got Plenty Money, But That North Where I Reside At
but I'd Fly Miles 'cross This Town To See You Smile
she Be Fans Of Other Niggas, Like This Bitch Wan' Be A Hype Man
but The Minute I Wan' Be Alone, She Don't Like That
i Took Heed Into Your Letters, I Was Locked Up With No Celly
i Ain't Wanna Be No Rival With You
from The Bottom All The Way Back To My Section
everyday, Yeah, We Be Steppin'
fuck Chasin', I Will Not Be Through
i'm All Caught Up With Money, Like, 'fuck This Dream, It Ain't Nothin'
and Fuck These Hoes That Don't Love Me, Niggas Don't Like How I Be Stuntin'
i Miss Big Dump Like My Granny, We Still At War 'bout My Cousin
diggin' 'but I Ain't Searchin' For Gold, I Know I'm Lookin' For Somethin'

i'ma Ride That Red Eye (Red Eye) Like A Demon
stack That Money 'til I Can't No More (No More)
we Be Robbin' And Schemin' (On God), Oh Lord
how Long Would It Be Until This Pain Gon' Go
straight From Bottom, Blow A Bag On My Bros, Oh, Yeah, Yeah
just For His Head, A Hundred Thousand, Say Less, I Pay That
got Plenty Money, But I Had To Jump Up Out My Bag (Yeah)

yeah (Slime)