Im 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
Im talking real money, real money real money, real money
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Real money, real money real money, real money
Aye bitch Im talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch Im talking real money
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 an Kenn Rob on the southside of Chicago looking for a damn buck down
I was pulling up with the players, out there looking, 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 yall fetus
Bitch I got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all white bitch I aint a zebra
I knew she was gon eat when she seen my car but she says shes aint a eater
Baby if you aint no a eater it then I can say I aint a cheater
Im smoking on reefa - high as fuck, and I can say I aint a tweaker
Im pulling up flexin up, think that Im 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
Im 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
Im 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
Aye bitch Im talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch Im talking real money
I wont demand my respect, he gots some decent OG
Then a zip is what I get, no Im Keef but I dont sweat
Why these niggas faking man I dont get
Man, I pull down my damn upsets
Youngest nigga in here with a fucking check
Man, bitch I got stacks on deck
Talkin jewelry boy then stacks on back
You talkin young and reckless then its stacks on head
Walked the room left my stack on bed, man
Dont yall forget I need bands, Im the man, god damn
I pull up, yo bitch know who I am
Im 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
Im 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
Aye bitch Im talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch Im talking real money