Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm talking real money, no counterfeit You can tell I get money, baby, look at my wrists You can tell I get money, baby, look at my crib You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me I'm talking real money, real money, real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Ayy bitch, I'm talking real money Real money, real money Bitch, I'm talking real money [Verse 1] I pull up then slide out like touchdown Nigga, you can nuck if ya buck, gon' buck, get yo dumb ass bucked down It was me and Cam'ron, we was on the southside of Chicago looking for a damn buck down I was pulling up with the plays all day, lil nigga, you know I got touchdowns Make the bullets go left, right, in the middle of your eyesight, I paint it like Peter You niggas my sons, I know shoulda stomped on ya'll fetus Bitch, I got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all-white, bitch, I ain't a zebra I knew she was gon' eat when she seen my car but she says she's ain't a eater Baby, if you ain't no a eater it then I can say I ain't a cheater I'm smoking on reefer, high as fuck, and I can say I ain't a tweaker I'm pulling up flexin' up, don't think that I'm lacking' cause, pussy, I got the fajita I hit up yo neck, and yo arms, and yo chest, and then for the forensics I leave ya, beat it [Chorus] I'm talking real money, no counterfeit You can tell I get money, baby, look at my wrists You can tell I get money, baby, look at my crib You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me I'm talking real money, real money, real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Ayy bitch, I'm talking real money Real money, real money Bitch, I'm talking real money [Verse 2] I on demand my respect, he got some decent OG Then a zip is what I get, no, I'm Keef but I don't sweat Why these niggas faking? Man, I don't get Man, I pull down my damn upsets Youngest nigga in here with a fucking check Man, bitch, I got stacks on deck Talking Jimmy Butler then stacks on bet You talking young and reckless then it's stacks on head Walked out my room, left the stacks on bed, man Dont ya'll forget I need bands, I'm the man, goddamn I pull up, yo bitch know who I am, yeah [Chorus] I'm talking real money, no counterfeit You can tell I get money, baby, look at my wrists You can tell I get money, baby, look at my crib You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me I'm talking real money, real money, real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Real money, real money real money, real money Ayy bitch, I'm talking real money Real money, real money Bitch, I'm talking real money