Real Money

[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