Real Money

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, SAV killed it) Finna fuck this bitch up like he 'posed to Mad 'cause her baby daddy ain't fuckin' with us Bitch [Verse] Diamondback FN, that bitch pretty, plus it shoot fast Took my young bitch to MIA, bought her a new ass Twin-turbo Lamb' on the street, watch me scoot past Another opp just died last night, I know **** glad Glock .357 on me and I'll shoot it Glock .380 with the beam and I'll boot it Left my bitch for no fuckin' reason, now she clueless Too much power in the Mustang, hope I don't lose it Ayy, that's a nitrous kit I'll beat a nigga ass and I'll fight a bitch I'm knockin' shit out cold, Mike Tyson shit My booster just pulled up with all type of shit, that's my type of bitch She'll steal or kill for me We ain't playin' with the pape', we gettin' real money Peezy only heard me rap twice then had a deal for me It don't matter what I do, the city still love me I like a bitch that like a bitch, I'm tryna fuck both "Cut into me, Mike, I wanna fuck, I like it cutthroat" I don't like to play games, but respect is at the utmost Mad as hell, tryna smoke my last 'Wood but the blunt broke Shit, I'm finna grab a pound, I'm the hardest nigga out, just ask around Why he actin' like he strapped? Bro, pat him down He stood up to talk shit, forty sat him down, then I cracked a smile Ghost Glock in my pants, who wanna get shot? I'm relapsin' today, let's pour an eight inside a big pop He playin' both sides, fuck around and get his bitch shot I always come through in the clutch, I'm Mr. Bigshot Stand over the stove, cookin' dope until my wrist lock Bitch got a fat pussy on her, but she a big thot Me and Ri came into the game and changed hip-hop My nigga tryna buy a half a 'bow, I need a Ziploc Seven grams in the slapwood, now, who want smoke? Stuffin' dick all down her throat, bitch, she gon' choke Pull off on a Beamer in the Cat, he a slowpoke I'm Santa Claus of the game, I need a ho-ho Baby, slow down, can you suck my dick in slow-mo? Bulldog hangin' off my hip, this a four-four The world said that we the truth, nigga, no joke I love when I get my drank from the old folks Shit be cheap as hell I just bought a whole pint but I'm keepin' twelve I'm out here swimmin' with the sharks, we're as deep as hell Okay, you probably know Ghost, but, nigga, free DaTrell Gotta make it to the top, nigga, we prevail Nigga said he got za with the weakest smell I like to fuck with handguns that'll keep a shell A nigga went to make a play and spent the week in jail, now that's fucked up Back then, did anything to get our bucks up If you ain't tryna talk no pape', nigga, shut up Bitch brain special-ed, dum-dum I be runnin' to the money, need a lump sum I like the twenties and them fifties, but the hunnids better Fuckin' with the swipe G.O.A.T., he'll punch whatever Hangin' with the white folks, they get drunk and better Twenty-eights on the Cadillac make the truck look better Free Ben, free Phil, free my brother Ri Travis Scott Off-Whites off a trucker tee Goldie tried to pass the cup, I don't fuck with lean Bitch tried to call me broke, I'll up a sleeve She kinda piss me off, she suckin' dick anywhere, tryna get me off I put my trust inside the plug and he ripped me off Shit, I'm ready to go to the war and they ship me off