I need Real Money
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics
You call that a album it's more like a playlist
Stack from the bottom like it came from the basement
Can't get caught if the suspect faceless
Big backseat, yea that whip real spacious
Gucci my link, bitch look at my bracelet
She say she like my demeanor
I pull up with steeze and now that bitch a eater
My style and swagger turn women to cheaters
You lookin' for love lil bitch I ain't your leader
I'd rather count racks and then burn up a reefer
Sippin' on the water bitch I drink from the liter
Smokin' on the potent put you in a sleeper
Sell gas for the low you can't get any cheaper
I need a Hellcat
No Porsche Boxter
Diamonds on me hit like a motherf*ckin' boxer
Pull up I drip, shoes red like a lobster
She swallowed my cock like it was a peach cobbler
No A$AP, but I strive and I prosper
Bills real clean like they came out the washer
I got a full team no spots on the roster
Smoke medicine, bitch the plug is my doctor
(Aye)
Bitch, the plug is my doctor
The bitch on a blade spinnin' like a helicopter
Sorry my dude, didn't know that was your daughter
The bitch give brain you would think she was a scholar
Sike!
Really she a dumb hoe
Trunk in the front, bitch my car look like Dumbo
Paper in my pants make my pockets look jumbo
We don't do hands choppa make him do jump rope
Bitch I'm drippin'
Look at my shoes bitch
Stuck to the bag like a mof*ckin' glue stick
No new phone, but I'm still sayin' who this
Benjamin Franklin, I'm countin' up blue strips
(Aye)
Blue strip
Benjamin Franklin, I'm countin' up blue strips
Think you gon' be rich as me, boy you clueless
Boy you clueless
I need Real Money
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics'
You call that a album its more like a playlist
Stack from the bottom like it came from the basement
Can't get caught if the suspect faceless
Big backseat, yea that whip real spacious
Gucci my link, bitch look at my bracelet
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I need Real Money
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics
You call that a album it's more like a playlist
Stack from the bottom like it came from the basement
Can't get caught if the suspect faceless
Big backseat, yea that whip real spacious
Gucci my link, bitch look at my bracelet
She say she like my demeanor
I pull up with steeze and now that bitch a eater
My style and swagger turn women to cheaters
You lookin' for love lil bitch I ain't your leader
I'd rather count racks and then burn up a reefer
Sippin' on the water bitch I drink from the liter
Smokin' on the potent put you in a sleeper
Sell gas for the low you can't get any cheaper
I need a Hellcat
No Porsche Boxter
Diamonds on me hit like a motherf*ckin' boxer
Pull up I drip, shoes red like a lobster
She swallowed my cock like it was a peach cobbler
No A$AP, but I strive and I prosper
Bills real clean like they came out the washer
I got a full team no spots on the roster
Smoke medicine, bitch the plug is my doctor
(Aye)
Bitch, the plug is my doctor
The bitch on a blade spinnin' like a helicopter
Sorry my dude, didn't know that was your daughter
The bitch give brain you would think she was a scholar
Sike!
Really she a dumb hoe
Trunk in the front, bitch my car look like Dumbo
Paper in my pants make my pockets look jumbo
We don't do hands choppa make him do jump rope
Bitch I'm drippin'
Look at my shoes bitch
Stuck to the bag like a mof*ckin' glue stick
No new phone, but I'm still sayin' who this
Benjamin Franklin, I'm countin' up blue strips
(Aye)
Blue strip
Benjamin Franklin, I'm countin' up blue strips
Think you gon' be rich as me, boy you clueless
Boy you clueless
I need Real Money
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics'
You call that a album its more like a playlist
Stack from the bottom like it came from the basement
Can't get caught if the suspect faceless
Big backseat, yea that whip real spacious
Gucci my link, bitch look at my bracelet
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics
You call that a album it's more like a playlist
Stack from the bottom like it came from the basement
Can't get caught if the suspect faceless
Big backseat, yea that whip real spacious
Gucci my link, bitch look at my bracelet
She say she like my demeanor
I pull up with steeze and now that bitch a eater
My style and swagger turn women to cheaters
You lookin' for love lil bitch I ain't your leader
I'd rather count racks and then burn up a reefer
Sippin' on the water bitch I drink from the liter
Smokin' on the potent put you in a sleeper
Sell gas for the low you can't get any cheaper
I need a Hellcat
No Porsche Boxter
Diamonds on me hit like a motherf*ckin' boxer
Pull up I drip, shoes red like a lobster
She swallowed my cock like it was a peach cobbler
No A$AP, but I strive and I prosper
Bills real clean like they came out the washer
I got a full team no spots on the roster
Smoke medicine, bitch the plug is my doctor
(Aye)
Bitch, the plug is my doctor
The bitch on a blade spinnin' like a helicopter
Sorry my dude, didn't know that was your daughter
The bitch give brain you would think she was a scholar
Sike!
Really she a dumb hoe
Trunk in the front, bitch my car look like Dumbo
Paper in my pants make my pockets look jumbo
We don't do hands choppa make him do jump rope
Bitch I'm drippin'
Look at my shoes bitch
Stuck to the bag like a mof*ckin' glue stick
No new phone, but I'm still sayin' who this
Benjamin Franklin, I'm countin' up blue strips
(Aye)
Blue strip
Benjamin Franklin, I'm countin' up blue strips
Think you gon' be rich as me, boy you clueless
Boy you clueless
I need Real Money
Not no fake shit
All blue bills you would think I was a racist
Bitch pipe down, stick to the basics'
You call that a album its more like a playlist
Stack from the bottom like it came from the basement
Can't get caught if the suspect faceless
Big backseat, yea that whip real spacious
Gucci my link, bitch look at my bracelet
Writer: Tyler Bell
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