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chief keef - real money lyrics

[hook]
i’m talking real money, no counterfeit
you can tell i get money, baby look at my wrists
you can tell i get money, baby look at my crib
you can tell i get money, now she wanna live with me
i’m talking real money, real money real money, real money
real money, real money real money, real money
real money, real money real money, real money
real money, real money real money, real money
real money, real money real money, real money
aye b-tch i’m talking real money
real money, real money
b-tch i’m talking real money

[verse 1]
i pull up then slide out like touchdown
nigga you can nuck if ya buck, gon buck, get yo dumb -ss bucked down
it was me an kenn rob on the southside of chicago looking for a d-mn buck down
i was pulling up with the players, out there looking, you know i got touchdowns
make the bullets go left, right, in the middle of your eyesight i paint it like peter
you niggas my sons, i know shoulda stomped on ya’ll fetus
b-tch i got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all white b-tch i ain’t a zebra
i knew she was gon’ eat when she seen my car but she says shes ain’t a eater
baby if you ain’t no a eater it then i can say i ain’t a cheater
i’m smoking on reefa – high as f-ck, and i can say i ain’t a tweaker
i’m pulling up flexin’ up, think that i’m lacking’ cause pussy i got the fajita
i hit up yo neck, and yo arms, and yo chest, and then for the forensics i leave ya

[verse 2]
i won’t demand my respect, he gots some decent og
then a zip is what i get, no i’m keef but i don’t sweat
why these niggas faking man i don’t get
man, i pull down my d-mn upsets
youngest nigga in here with a f-cking check
man, b-tch i got stacks on deck
talkin jewelry boy then stacks on back
you talkin young and reckless then its stacks on head
walked the room left my stack on bed, man
dont ya’ll forget i need bands, i’m the man, god d-mn
i pull up, yo b-tch know who i am

- chief keef lyrics

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