Supreme(Remix) - Remy Ma
Written by：Fabolous
First of all understand that she's
A master at what she does
And the fact that she's
A master of what she does
And the fact that she also has
A master's degree
And is mastered the ins and outs of
This business
The fact that she's doing all of that
And giving me brain at the same time
Is just to let you understand mastermind
Is that your soulmate or your cellmate
Do you f**k with him or you
Stuck with him
What's a real ni**a who ain't
Being real with ya
What's a downass b**ch that ain't
Still with ya
That's a shame keanan
Ivory wayans
Put your best shades on
Look what I became
Had to allen
I the game in my own shoes
I be steppin' over niggas
Tyrone lou's
Oohs
From the real
That's the only crowd I hear
Smoke kush drink ciroc
And I call it loud and clear
Hermes outer wear
All gold audemar
Tom ford high tops like
You niggas where
Them sh*t's beautiful
What is it velvet
I f**ked your b**ch froggy style
Word to melvin
Baby boy sh*t
You on some maybe boy sh*t
Like you got it now
But it maybe your boys sh*t
Six seven rolls royces
Maybe it's floyd sh*t
Your b**ch playin' games
I maybe the joy stick
Supreme baller like
That's all I like
Straight to the source for the j's
I got all the mics
Come on
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real baby
How does it feel
How does it feel
I'm rap prominent
Rap dominent
Rap opulence
First cat to take rap
Across the continent
I get ya whacked for a stack
It's a g thing
Then throw a rack and a crack
It's a g string
Cash few hundred clack
Who want it
Bag of blue hundreds
Dash two hundred
Dash two fifty e
Endless speed ni**a
Or you near sighted
You can't see me ni**a
I'm a different speed
Different league
Different breed
Hit different hoes so you die from
A different disease
Dopest of the illest
Illest of the dopest
Fold a two million dollar check
Infront of my loafers
You get to heaven you go ask
Biggie 'bout me
Closest thing
I'm rich porter speeding in the audi
Hot tamale
Get the hoes hot without the molly
Hoppin' out the 'Rari
Bodies in the lobby
Llamas like the dali
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real baby
How does it feel
How does it feel
Chickens in the kitchen
B**ches on the terrace
Never interference
Praying for your parents
See me when you see me in the bm
Look like erick sermon
The most beautiful thing is
I'm high as keith murray
Mobb deep shook ones
Know they never think about it
Glock five g six
Take the single pilot with the single pilot
New money all I see is blue money
In orlando projects new coupe money
Pipe dream melting shorty ice cream
Tip change with the boss
You will like things
Top three who can top me
Dead or alive
Been that ni**a ask foxxy
I'm in paradise with a pair of dice
Let's get this money
Mastermind savage life
Fifty mil is it really real
We the hottest niggas
So f**k how you feel
Tell me it's real
How does it feel
How does it feel
I came a long way from country bumpkin
Now I'm with the foreign
Pop top momma even if it's snowin'
Got a bad b**ch that love to suck and
F**k me till I'm snorin'
Relate to bank tellers
Counting money is never borin'
Over lobster steak
Shrimp and pasta on my plate
Dash on they a**
Never prison on the break
I was doin' what it takes just to make a mil
But niggas smile more than
Ever just to show the grill
Invisible set the set
Don't make a ni**a have to flex
Blow a check blow a check
Naw motherf**ker that's a threat
Hit the lot vipin' with ya broad
Ain't no service where she twerkin'
Make it kinda hard to call
We was in it my beemer whips
No fruits and veggies she was ready
My debonairness gets her the wettest
Cause nobody nobody
Can do it like I does it
Bust a band pop a trunk
Sub thumpin' out in public
Is this real
Tell me it's real
How does it feel
How does it feel
Black bottles black bottles
Black bottles black bottles
Oh yeah
Black bott black bott
Black bottles
I need a black model black model
Black bottles black bottles
