Real Money

[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