Money Don't Make You Real - Jackboy

Money don’t make you real no, no

Money don’t make you solid

It’s about what a nigga got in his heart, not about what’s inside of his wallet

What you do for yourself, you got to do for the gang

You shouldn’t have to ask for help, you can already see the pain

They say a close mouth ain’t never gettin' feed

Only reason he ain’t ask 'cause he know what you’d said

Money don’t make you real no, no

Money don’t make you solid

It’s about what a nigga got in his heart, not about what’s inside of his wallet

What you do for yourself, you got to do for the gang

You shouldn’t have to ask for help, you can already see the pain

They say a close mouth ain’t never gettin' feed

Only reason he ain’t ask 'cause he know what you’d said

What I did for myself, I done done for the gang

Not too many could say the same thing

Fuck this fame, sometimes I don’t even need it

It a mess me up when people say they love me, I don’t believe it

It a mess me up 'cause people say they need me just to use me

Nah, bitch, I ain’t dumb, it’s gon' be hard for you to fool me

Nah, bitch, I ain’t dumb, you ain’t play me by a book

Hatin' on my team and your ass gettin' shook

Hatin' on my team, we tryna see what’s the problem

Can’t be bought, no rest 'cause we got 'em

VVS diamonds, it be easy for them to spot 'em

Jack keep a Glock, it won’t be easy for you to rob him

My nigga say it’s hard, he stuck in the trap

Instead of selling hard, I wish you knew how to rap

Instead of bangin' grounds up, I rather see you famous

Instead of seeing a million bucks, they want to see us brainless

All them niggas nameless, fuck the oppositions

Even from the change up, there was no competition

Young nigga pimpin', bear a ball like Jordan

Dior’s on my feet, ran in something foreign

This a two seater, but he went deek with his Drac

Got to keep a gun, he went deep with this hate

Lil' compo, I’m tryna wake his ass up

Broad day his ass, fuck tryna be masked up

Money don’t make you real no, no

Money don’t make you solid

It’s about what a nigga got in his heart, not about what’s inside of his wallet

What you do for yourself, you got to do for the gang

You shouldn’t have to ask for help, you can already see the pain

They say a close mouth ain’t never gettin' feed

Only reason he ain’t ask 'cause he know what you’d said

Money don’t make you real no, no

Money don’t make you solid