Bee Gees - OG Keemo & Levin Liam

{intro: levin liam}
Aha
Mh-hm, mh-hm, mh-hm, mh-hm
Mh-hm
Aha, aha, aha, aha
Ah, ah
Ah-ha-ha-ha (yeah)
Ah

{verse 1: levin liam}
Give me another year and this shit will becomes unfair
You're flying high right now, we'll bring you back down
What you just , you jack off on
You're not even one percent, why do you say you're—
Fra-franky, keemo, levin come iconic like the bee gees
Your tiktok marketing gives me the heebie-jeebies
Tell me i'm mediocre, i'll make a song and teach you
Don't come too close, your breath is a bit stinky, uh

{verse 2: og keemo, og keemo & levin liam}
She knows it's keem, whatever i touch is genius
Today they invite me, back thеn i needed a lock pick
Ge-get out of your feels, i don't fuck with airbnbs
I takе a ghetto chick to waldorf and a bougie bitch to ibis, uh
You pray to jesus when i drop
Purple notes fall from the jeans when i flee from cops
I've got enough ice to stop the climate crisis
But enough heat to make this world catch a fever

{chorus: levin liam, nina chuba & both}
I want you to never ever forget me
I'm here, i'll never go back, uh
I come and i'll crush your scaffold
If anyone asks, i don't want half, i want everything
I want real estate, i want dollars (uh)
Re-real estate (woah), want dollars
I want real estate, i want dolla-dollars
I don't want half, i want everything (real estate, dollars)
I want real estate, i— (uh)
Re-real estate (uh), want dollars
I want real estate, i want dollars
I know that this is not normal, i want—

{verse 3: levin liam, levin liam & og keemo}
From "grown men talk to me like i'm their son"
To "they're sticking to my balls – last generation"
What, what i touch turns to gold, bitch, i'm fucking dieter bohlen
But don't get your hopes up, there's nothing to get from me, uh
I want real estate, i want dollars, i feel like nina chuba
Your homie does his banker, he's surely not your shooter
He wasn't made by my mom, he's surely not my brother
Your song only sparked shame in me, you thought it was too hard
Disappointing
People pop a tab, think they're enlightened
People see just one green and they become purchasable
You do what everyone does and you notice it's not working
If you think we're the same, you're mistaken

{verse 4: og keemo}
Even if you deny it
Fifties in my shorts shine white-orange like a koi fish
Tell me, who makes six figures these days with fs on their report card?
If you want to start something, i'll make your eye blue
I live in a maisonette, but still hang with guys from the sector
Everything i shoot hits the net, without backboard
Hoe, your major contract seems suspect, you're practically an escort
My bro looks for backdoors in upscale neighborhoods
Call me, i send him away, 'cause i
Eat there, my g, who fooled you?
Whole cake sits on my plate, i make nike emblems
Shining, 'cause the ice on an og, like a smiley face
I run as long as this earth keeps spinning

{chorus: levin liam, nina chuba & both}
I want you to never ever forget me
I'm here, i'll never go back, uh
I come and i'll crush your scaffold
If anyone asks, i don't want half, i want everything
I want real estate, i want dollars (uh)
Re-real estate (woah), want dollars
I want real estate, i want dolla-dollars
I don't want half, i want everything (real estate, dollars)
I want real estate, i— (uh)
Re-real estate (uh), want dollars
I want real estate, i want dollars
I know that this is not normal, i want—

{outro: nina chuba}
Want dollars, i want real estate, i want dolla-dollars
Real estate, dollars
I want real estate, i—
Re-real estate, want dollars
I want real estate, i want dollars
Re-real estate, dollars
I want real estate i want dollars
Re-real estate, want dollars
I want real estate, i want dolla-dollars
Real estate, dollars
I want real estate, i want dollars
Re-real estate, want dollars
I want real estate, i want dolla-dollars
Real estate, dollars
I want—