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bdg – real money lyrics

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[verse 1]
go and spend racks hit the bando
i got these b-tches on a string like a banjo
coming up i can’t even get a d-mn show
ain’t a single place north that i can’t go

i ain’t gotta front everything i speak on is facts
young wild n-ggas we don’t know how to act
have you n-ggas running from me like usain on the track
the devil plotting on me i’m waitin for him to attack

hit u wit the mini mac, 11 i’ll send you to heaven
sending love your way with these shots no kevin
anybody who wants beef, prepare for armageddon
i hang with real k!llers drug dealers convicted felons

better get in your lane, better step outa mine
dedicated to the hustle b-tch i stay on my grind
there ain’t n0body like me i’m one of a kind
if u ain’t on my side now then ima leave you behind

[chorus]
i’m off a bean, a brick on my wrist
i’m ballin on n-ggas give me my -ssist
these n-ggas stay hating, they mad, they p-ssed
but i am not the type that you want to diss

this that real money blood in jail pay the bail money
send it right through the mail money
pushing weight up on the block this is making sales money
jay z, h o v, this that holy grail money

[verse 2]
i got murder on my mind, so is money
ima skinny n-gga but my pockets lookin chunky
when i come around some n-ggas wanna act all buddy buddy
tryna get a little bit of my profit i think it’s funny

you were never there for me when i was goin through a struggle
i got here by myself i had to get it out the muscle
i’m arrogant and c-cky, f-ck being humble
i got it out the dirt and i ain’t even have a shovel

now i’m bouta blow up quicker than anybody you ever seen
i jus caught a body with this track no trampoline
sippen on dirty sprite, codeine promethazine
reincarnation of 2pac ima king

i wrote way out and got a couple views they supporting
hitting big names, but you know they ignoring
i ain’t even stressing bout it cuz i’m ballin like i’m jordan
and i’m takin off just like a rocket yeah i’m soaring

[chorus]
i’m off a bean, a brick on my wrist
i’m ballin on n-ggas give me my -ssist
these n-ggas stay hating, they mad, they p-ssed
but i am not the type that you want to diss

this is real money blood in jail pay the bail money
send it right through the mail money
pushing weight up on the block this is making sales money
jay z, h o v, this that holy grail money

[verse 3]
i’m bulletproof, air max on my feet i’m with the crew
smoking on a backwood till my face blue
rollin backwoods, packed with gorilla glue
don’t bring your b-tch around me cuz i’ll prolly take your boo

and i ain’t even playin
when i hop up on the mic they like, what he sayin
what’s his name? b.d.g, idk him but he spraying
real diamonds on my neck and my wrist sh-ts swayin
oh sh-t

ten toes down wit my dawgs, ima elevate
hit a l!ck moving from state to state
when it’s dinner time all my n-ggas grab a plate
posted on the block swervin pushin weight

cold hearted from the streets, they turned me to a man
when i face adversity i just stick to the plan
a zip for a verse while i’m rollin off a xan
real g sh-t dawg i’m the mother f-cking man

i’m undefeated, i feel like i’m mayweather
let that chopper rain on you like the may weather
no smoke no smoke applying the pressure
you want beef with a n-gga i’ll pop up wherever

i gotta homie doing time
almost off the papers and he still selling dimes
i told him slow down but he stay committing crimes
now i’m tryna take care of his family and mine
that’s why ima prosper

this is more than fame
more than the louis v and the gold chains
more than the love of the streets and the game
more than b-tches that’s giving me brain

i’m tryna give back to my family this what i do
this sh-t is easy for a n-gga like 2+2
my wrist all froze like it got the flue
your time is up, long overdue

stay stretched, back it up
p-ssy n-ggas want me dead, tell em run it up
ima big dog, and you a little pup
your time is running out, i guess your out of luck

and that’s perfect timing, when i flow that’s perfect rhyming
perfect dinning, stay reclining
and the bezel on my wrist is perfectly shinning
switch my swag, switch up the climate

i ain’t talking bout no burgers when i say that i want beef
i ain’t talking bout miami when i say i got that heat
i ain’t talking bout no games when i say i got the cheats
when it comes to the money i stack it up and then repeat

and keep it goin i’m so focused you would think i’m off an addy
better check up on your girl, she keeps calling me daddy
f-ck around and got the cake i ain’t talking bout no patty
and i got the secrete formula for this but it ain’t crabby
no

[chorus]
i’m off a bean, a brick on my wrist
i’m ballin on n-ggas give me my -ssist
these n-ggas stay hating, they mad, they p-ssed
but i am not the type that you want to diss

this is real money blood in jail pay the bail money
send it right through the mail money
pushing weight up on the block this is making sales money
jay z, h o v, this that holy grail money

- bdg lyrics

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