That girl look familiar
Real recognize real, that's familiar
I be ridin' the whip that ain't familiar
Getting to the money, that's familiar
Ohhh that's familiar
That can't be yo girl, she familiar
If you ain't real we don't feel ya
Same my name to these hoes, that's familiar

Say my name to these hoes, that's familiar
My name in these streets, that's familiar
Pass on any hoes I can remember
Young rich nigga with a temper
Double cup full of Act, I be poured up
In the cup, in my set gettin' chunk up
They know these hoes, they showin' love
These hoe niggas get no love
We goin up like every night
I fuck a bitch on every flight
Met a bad bitch that do threesomes
I said OK, I'll marry ya
Yea, she know that I'm that nigga
And if they say yo name ain't that familiar?

That girl look familiar
Real recognize real, that's familiar
I be ridin' the whip that ain't familiar
Getting to the money, that's familiar
Ohhh that's familiar
That can't be yo girl, she familiar
If you ain't real we don't feel ya
Same my name to these hoes, that's familiar

Icy slopes, groupies on a boat, seen that before
Saint Laurent, mixin uniclo, I know that ain't yo hoe
Straight up
But goddamn it, I'm so outlandish
I'm feedin' all my niggas, and that building so outstanding
Just Lil John cus he chasin what's familiar
Had no car and they come scoop me in that rental
Times are simple, now bitches comin' andale, andale
I'm passin' out state to state
Everyday my birthday
I'm pilin' up, cake to cake
I'm a snort addict, whore addict
And I'm a porn star attraction
This feel like the all star game
That's the best slow action
I need 2 Mrs. Jacksons
A full pack of Magnums
We ran a train, I ran er out
You took her out, we see you out
Goddamn!

That girl look familiar
Real recognize real, that's familiar
I be ridin' the whip that ain't familiar
Getting to the money, that's familiar
Ohhh that's familiar
That can't be yo girl, she familiar
If you ain't real we don't feel ya
Same my name to these hoes, that's familiar

I see that bitch everywhere, I swear that bitch see things
I seen that bitch somewhere, I think it was the Heat game
You know I peeped her feet game, she head up on them red things
She took me to the back
Introduced me to her head game
Can't trust these bitches
I swear these hoes familiar
She kissed you
But swallowed all my children
I swear to God, these hoes be fuckin anyone
I swear to God, these hoes be fuckin anyone

Real shit, I ain't worried bout shit cus that money shit I chase it
Real shit, I ain't worried bout a bitch cus half of these bitches be basic
Real shit, I ain't worried bout shit, in the club, getting wasted
Real shit, I ain't worried bout shit, I'm drinkin liquor, no chaser

That girl look familiar
Real recognize real, that's familiar
I be ridin' the whip that ain't familiar
Getting to the money, that's familiar
Ohhh that's familiar
That can't be yo girl, she familiar
If you ain't real we don't feel ya
Same my name to these hoes, that's familiar

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): AARON SHERROD, DERRICK COLEMAN, JACQUES WEBSTER, TYREE PITTMAN, TYRONE GRIFFIN