Real Madrid

Yeah

The mandem just put somethin' down with what's-her-name

I like her, she don't have man in her yard like that and she just watch anime

Gave my girl this one and next one, that one, yeah, I can allocate

I'm handsome, I'm ferocious, and I'm disciplined, yeah, I got accolades, cha

Sixteen bills in a Uniqlo, plain black tee sittin' nice on my torso

Less is more, black tee is the uniform

It's not what you know, but it's who you know

That can never be my ting

In the club with her mouth open

With the footballers drinkin' Don Julio

I brought palo santo to the studio

Celtic sea salt, man, I got minerals

They got money, but they got no minerals

Submarine, I'm matchin' the cufflinks

All in the details, all subliminals

All that money they spent in Harrods, they still look poor, oh man, it's pitiful

Yeah

My G's Japanese, got a squeeze in a Mazda

She got a Balmain zebra, and I'm a lion with soul, Madagascar

She don't know what I do in that kitchen, but she can see from my whip, that sads her

So off-key, off the key like a Tesla

The money is pink and covered in blood, red cheese, red Leicester

I know a white boy who can make a move, go, smooth like Leicester

I put time in, I'm an investor, in the mountains, now I see clearer

Have stagnant dirt and it's stuck on my soul, man, I can't ever let that fester

I got extra peppercorn sauce and a sirloin steak, now she said that I'm extra

You ain't gotta hustle in, you see a lion went dead enough times, man, you gotta do better

You kill so many lions, you're a serial killer like Dexter

You ain't ever flew Cali with a boot, as a man of nervous, could he lie down at Esther?

Could they get time back if they look up their name? Could they open my chest up?

You ain't ever took thirty to the distro, put it on the table, ask for the misto

And your wife FaceTime you from London, and 'cause you in L.A., she say she got FOMO

So you gotta book Lake Como, do a couple movie nights on the Togo

Ralph shirt, but I never play polo, Sex and the City, the shoes from Manolo

You ain't never went so hard in the pussy you wish it was documented with a GoPro

Got the game and a chokehold, man try lie on my name, that's a low blow

You see I dished that good pipe, look at her skin, she got a post-pole glow

Everything natural when you use chemicals, it just won't grow, yeah

(Now it's Real Madrid)

One, two, five with a matte-black lip, with a matte-black mash, man crash and skid

Scoom, scoom

Yeah, now it's Real Madrid

One, two, five with a black top lip, with a matte-black mash, man crash and skid

Yeah, for real, mm