Real Money lyrics

[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 b*tch, I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
b*tch, I'm talking real money

[Verse 1]
I pull up then slide out like touchdown
n*gga, 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 n*gga, you know I got touchdowns
Make the bullets go left, right, in the middle of your eyesight, I paint it like Peter
You n*ggas my sons, I know shoulda stomped on ya'll fetus
b*tch, I got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all-white, b*tch, 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 f*ck, and I can say I ain't a tweaker
I'm pulling up flexin' up, don't think that I'm lacking' cause, pus*y, 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 b*tch, I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
b*tch, 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 n*ggas faking? Man, I don't get
Man, I pull down my damn upsets
Youngest n*gga in here with a f*cking check
Man, b*tch, 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
b*tch, I'm talking real money