Lyrics Eric Bellinger

Eric Bellinger

Instafamous

It's that true shit

This that true shit baby

This may not be your favourite song

(Nice)

If I was to shower you with compliments

If I was to say that you were heaven sent

Would it turn your confidence to cockiness?

Would you let it get to your head?

I see you with all them likes

But what you finna do with that?

My nigga saw you in person

He said you ain't even look like that

I see you with all them heels

And all them Birkin bags

You stay ordering room service

But you don't be paying for that

What happened to the real women, real women

What happened to the real women, real women

They all tryna be bad bitches, bad bitches

I'm speaking to my real women

Where my real women?

Yeah you Instafamous

You Instafamous

They know what yo' name is

But what about your babies?

What about a career?

What about an education?

You ain't even got a job

But you stay on them vacations

Haaan

I ain't trying to judge you

I ain't tryna put you on trial

I'm just stating facts

And some shit shouldn't be allowed

But I blame the niggas

Yeah I blame the niggas

For getting these hoes excited

When they be posting pictures

I see you with all them lights

But what you finna do with that?

My nigga saw you in person

He said you ain't even look like that

I see you taking all them trips

I see you only fly first class

But that shit costs a lot

So explain how you pay for that

What happened to the real women, real women

What happened to the real women, real women

They all tryna be bad bitches, bad bitches

I'm speaking to my real women

Where my real women?

Yeah you Instafamous

You Instafamous

They know what yo' name is

But what about your babies?

What about a career?

What about an education?

You ain't even got a job

But you stay on them vacations

Haaan

Why hate on me?

I'm everybody's woman crush

Don't hate on me

(Girl ain't nobody hatin' on you)

Boy don't hate on me

(I'm not)

Cause I got all these followers

Don't hate

(You got the wrong idea)

On me

(Can somebody tell me)

What happened to the real women, real women

What happened to the real women, real women

They all tryna be bad bitches, bad bitches

I'm speaking to my real women

Where my real women?

Yeah you Instafamous

You Instafamous

They know what yo' name is

But what about your babies?

What about a career?

What about an education?

You ain't even got a job

But you stay on them vacations

Haaan

It's that true shit

This that true shit baby

This may not be your favourite song

(Nice)