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[Intro]
Let's go

[Chorus]
(Woah, woah, woah)
She wanna do it, I say and I mean it for real (Mean that for real, for real)
Designer her body, I'm pushin' that 'rari for real (For real, for real)
House in the hills and I'm getting that money for real (For real, for real)
(Frrt, bags, beep-beep-beep)
Still out trappin', tryna make me a hundred mill' (Yeah)
Was in the streets and I knew how to ride with a steal
Now she pop that pussy, put it on me for real

[Verse 1]
Livin' this life, that real talk
All 'round the world, I'm a real boss
Niggas be clowns, be too soft
Both me and Mitch got too lost
She wearin' designer, that's foreign cloth
I'm throwin' that money, she takin' it off (Takin' it off, for real)

[Chorus]
She wanna do it, I say and I mean it for real (For real)
Designer her body, I'm pushin' that 'rari for real (For real, for real)
House in the hills and I'm getting that money for real (Beep-beep-beep, beep-beep-beep)
Still out trappin', tryna make me a hundred mill' (A mill', for real)
Was in the streets and I knew how to ride with a steal (Thraah)

[Verse 2]
Niggas tried to calm me down, I'm turnin' up, she's turnin' up
All about my dollar sign, I'm trying to get these M's up (For real, for real)
They be talkin' 'bout me and I really don't give no fucks
When I'm goin' out, I turn the club up to Rolls truck (Beep-beep-beeP)
Turn up Miami, we party at [?]
Bitch nigga, pull up your panty and live
She know what it is, she know what I give
She talk to her friends, she tell them it's his
Steppin' on business, I'm all about the biz
Smokin' on dope when I talk to the [?]
She love the purse, she sippin' the [?]
I pop the champagne, she swallow the fizz

[Chorus]
(Woah, woah)
She wanna do it, I say and I mean it for real (For real, for real)
Designer her body, I'm pushin' that 'rari for real (For real, for real)
House in the hills and I'm getting that money for real (Frrt, bags)
Still out trappin', tryna make me a hundred mill'
Was in the streets and I knew how to ride with a steal (Thraah)