Real Money lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy

[Chorus]
We don't fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (We unfold)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get paid)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't gettin' real money, get the f*ck on (Get the f*ck on)
We don't fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (Yeah)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get money)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (Ayy, a hundred)
You ain't gettin' real money, get the f*ck on (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Young rich n*gga with expensive habits (Rich n*gga)
My n*ggas cold killers and my b*tch the baddest (Yeah)
I'm on Fordham and Hayes, finna get some baggies (Uh)
Servin' twenty-nine, two for fifty like it's Mr. Alan's (Let's go)
When I'm done with a b*tch, I let my n*ggas have her (You can have her)
Touch a chain on my neck, let you n*ggas have it (f*ckboy)
Every time we at the club, b*tch, it's cinematic (Hah)
How the f*ck you lookin' up to dog and that n*gga ratted? (That n*gga told)
Cash out, f*ck the price, I ain't even askin' (f*ck it)
Two stacks for the 'fit and I ain't even matchin' (Nope)
Cuz called from the Bay, told him send a package (Send it)
b*tch, I'm goin' on my eighth Rollie, time to get a Patek (Ah)
f*ck half-steppin', do it big on 'em (Do it big on 'em)
Take somethin' small from me, put a big on you (pus*y)
Smokin' on a Black and Mild with a cig on me (Yeah)
n*gga killed Soda, now it's time to get revenge on him, pus*y
[Chorus]
We don't fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (We unfold)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get paid)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't gettin' real money, get the f*ck on (Get the f*ck on)
We don't fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (Yeah)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get money)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't gettin' real money, get the f*ck on (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
You tired of n*ggas dancin' in your videos? (Videos)
Tired of spendin' all your money on them dilly hoes? (Huh?)
Come to Boyz ENT, b*tch, we gettin' dough (Yeah)
Ridin' fast cars, f*ckin' b*tches out of centerfolds (Let's get it)
Bought some lunch money out like a ten-piece ('Bout a ten)
Five chains on, jumpin' out a Benz Jeep (Yeah)
b*tch, I used to have a problem makin' ends meet (Yup)
Knew I'd lose friends when I started gettin' real cheese (f*ck n*gga)
Got a dub on my neck, that's just one chain (That's just one)
All my n*ggas got 'em too 'cause we on one page (We all got 'em)
Remember when the feds had us on the front page (Yup)
Now I'm front page of magazines gettin' dumb cake (Huh?)
Quarter mil' on the table, sh*t, I'm tired of countin' (Tired)
Been in Barneys all day, sh*t, I'm tired of shoppin' (I'm tired)
All that fake sh*t you doin', bro, it's time to stop it
Took a thousand beans to Virginia, we ain't gotta pop it, n*gga
[Chorus]
We don't fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (We unfold)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get paid)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't gettin' real money, get the f*ck on (Get the f*ck on)
We don't fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (Yeah)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get money)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't gettin' real money, get the f*ck on (Yeah)