[Intro: King Von]
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Uh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von

[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of n***as, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real n***a, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)
She learned to love a real n***a, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of n***as, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real n***a, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (I bought)
She learned to love a real n***a, that's what I taught

[Verse 1: King Von]
See, love don't come around (It don't)
So I suggest if you love them, you better hold 'em down (Hold tight)
I met this bitch up in the WIIIC, but she from out of town (She was)
And it's fucked up how we first met, but that's my baby now (Uh-huh)
Yeah, that's my baby now (On gang)
See, I'm just mindin' minе (Uh-huh)
I'm on that block, I'm sellin' coke, ain't got no nine-to-fivе (Ain't got no job)
I'm posted up, my banger tucked when something caught my eye
I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin' (What's wrong?)
And that's when she replied
"That n***a beat on me (He do), just wanna cheat on me" (Yeah, he do)
"He put his feet on me (He do), I'm too raw, why he sleep on me?" (Yeah)
He playin', I'ma put some cheese on him (Huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
And I know he be havin' them ki's on him (Oh yeah?)
Ayy, what dude be on?
[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of n***as, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real n***a, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)
She learned to love a real n***a, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of n***as, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real n***a, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought
She learned to love a real n***a, that's what I taught

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
New Chanely flavors for you, that's what I bought
Bezel, Flavor Flav on you, that's one big-ass watch
We both been unfaithful, but she know she's my drive (Yeah)
Catch you with that n***a, I'm gon' treat him like my opp
Stackin' my bread to the ceiling, stayin' ten toes
She tired of you, and I'm tired of drivin' the Benz home
And all of my chains got big rocks, I'm a Flintstone for real (For real, for real)
She gave me the pussy then put me inside of the friend zone still
Left her on the table for you, that's what I bought
I can cut off all of my hoes and spin the block
I been gettin' paper like loose leaf, gettin' guap
I got just enough for me and you, baby

[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of n***as, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real n***a, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)
She learned to love a real n***a, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of n***as, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real n***a, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought
She learned to love a real n***a, that's what I taught