​real lyrics

[Intro]
You said you were gonna call

[Chorus]
This that real money, I can’t ever f*ck with counterfeits
Real money, I could take a fly out to the strip
And I’m like, “Baby, could you see like where I’m coming from?”
I just got my bread up, and I’m trying to f*ckin' dip
I got money on my mind, I got money on my table
That boy don't get racks, and, yeah, I swear that sh*t a fable
I got six phones, just in case they tryna try me
I just heard your sh*t, and that sh*t was disabled
I pour up, mud in my cup
I pour up, I f*ck with drugs (—call)
Mark up red, but I swear that sh*t ain't blood

[Verse]
Go, go, go
He like, "Damn, he was stuck up in my head"
They like, "Damn, how you slidin' like a sled?"
I got luxury, my sheets, I go to bed

[Interlude]
This that real money, I can’t ever f*ck with counterfeits
Real money, I could take a fly out to the strip
And I’m like, “Baby, could you see like where I’m coming from?”
I just got my bread up, and I’m trying to f*ckin' dip
I got money on my mind, I got money on my table
That boy don't get racks, and, yeah, I swear that sh*t a fable
I got six phones, just in case they tryna try me
I just heard your sh*t, and that sh*t was disabled
[Chorus]
This that real money, I can’t ever f*ck with counterfeits
Real money, I could take a fly out to the strip
And I’m like, “Baby, could you see like where I’m coming from?”
I just got my bread up, and I’m trying to f*ckin' dip
I got money on my mind, I got money on my table
That boy don't get racks, and, yeah, I swear that sh*t a fable
I got six phones, just in case they tryna try me
I just heard your sh*t, and that sh*t was disabled
I pour up, mud in my cup
I pour up, I f*ck with drugs (—call)
Mark up red, but I swear that sh*t ain't blood