Real Money

(Hook)

I need old man money

trust fund bag money

That new jag money

Don’t check no tag money

That Pension plan money

That fly to France money

Fuck an advance money

That cause i can money

Watch me stack it up,

Watch me do my dance on it

She say i look like a million bucks,

wont get a cent from me

Hands got hot hot hot

From all this damn thumbin

Pockets knots knots knots

I’m tryna spend somethin

(Verse 1)

She let me play up in that cat cause she know im a Big dawg

And my Pockets lookin fat she said they look Rick ross

Uber over to my place, no i can’t make this bitch walk

She so fine last 30 seconds like a fuckin tik tok

(Ouuu)

I’m in my bag today,

Dummy, I’m playin for keep

Money while I be asleep,

Might by a jag today

Money turns zips to a pound,

Money turns her to a freak,

Money gon’ keep her around

Money turned her to a leech

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

I can’t sleep nah i can’t sleep

something wrong with my bed

Popped like two, i popped like three

somethin wrong with the meds

He wearin designer but takin the bus, nah

Something wrong with his bread

Brodie spun and he came back laughin something wrong with his head

Im widda bro he got big mags

We only focused on big tags

Stackin up we just made six bags

Then we went and blew it at fifth saks

I push a button the car starts

Couple of racks in my carhartts

Arcy my body, it’s keepin me warm

But she cannot warm up this cold heart

i need old man money

Fly west get tan money

Black on black surburbans waiting when we land for me

Pretty boi in magazines now i got brand

money

I stayin chasin after bags

Like that shit ran from me

(Hook)