Real Money lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, SAV killed it)
Finna f*ck this b*tch up like he 'posed to
Mad 'cause her baby daddy ain't f*ckin' with us
b*tch

[Verse]
Diamondback FN, that b*tch pretty, plus it shoot fast
Took my young b*tch 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 b*tch for no f*ckin' 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 n*gga ass and I'll fight a b*tch
I'm knockin' sh*t out cold, Mike Tyson sh*t
My booster just pulled up with all type of sh*t, that's my type of b*tch
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 b*tch that like a b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck both
"Cut into me, Mike, I wanna f*ck, 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
sh*t, I'm finna grab a pound, I'm the hardest n*gga out, just ask around
Why he actin' like he strapped? Bro, pat him down
He stood up to talk sh*t, 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, f*ck around and get his b*tch shot
I always come through in the clutch, I'm Mr. Bigshot
Stand over the stove, cookin' dope until my wrist lock
b*tch got a fat pus*y on her, but she a big thot
Me and Ri came into the game and changed hip-hop
My n*gga tryna buy a half a 'bow, I need a Ziploc
Seven grams in the slapwood, now, who want smoke?
Stuffin' di*k all down her throat, b*tch, 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 di*k in slow-mo?
Bulldog hangin' off my hip, this a four-four
The world said that we the truth, n*gga, no joke
I love when I get my drank from the old folks
sh*t 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, n*gga, free DaTrell
Gotta make it to the top, n*gga, we prevail
n*gga said he got za with the weakest smell
I like to f*ck with handguns that'll keep a shell
A n*gga went to make a play and spent the week in jail, now that's f*cked up
Back then, did anything to get our bucks up
If you ain't tryna talk no pape', n*gga, shut up
b*tch 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
f*ckin' 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 f*ck with lean
b*tch tried to call me broke, I'll up a sleeve
She kinda p*ss me off, she suckin' di*k anywhere, tryna get me off
I put my trust inside the plug and he ripped me off
sh*t, I'm ready to go to the war and they ship me off