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goldenboy countup - real pape lyrics

[intro]
golden
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? n+gga, this real pape’, n+gga
this real pape’, n+gga, this real motherf+ckin’ pape’, n+gga
this ain’t no shoebox money, n+gga
this ain’t no piggy bank money, n+gga
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no motherf+ckin’—
this ain’t no pickle jar money, n+gga
this real pape’, n+gga
gotta bury this sh+t, put this sh+t in the walls, n+gga
n+gga

[verse 1]
in one month, i made a hundred thousand off of doing shows
in one week, i made forty thousand off of flippin’ ‘bows (d+mn)
one day, i probably spent three hundred stoppin’ at the store (d+mn)
one night, i did three shows, i’m really on the road

[verse 2]
play a n+gga, pimpin’ b+tches, make them b+tches work for me
bend it over, b+tch, i got them bands, come and twerk for me (d+mn)
gangster b+tch say that p+ssy wet, she popped a perc’ for me
if that p+ssy off the chain then she might get a birk’ from me
she say she a trap b+tch, i made her count out all the pills
cuz said you got too many racks that make a n+gga steal
she say she want me to drill that p+ssy and i don’t need a drill
plug threw a hundred p’s on me and it gave me chills
n+gga
[interlude]
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this big pape’, n+gga
this real motherf+ckin’ pape’, n+gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
this ain’t no shoebox money, n+gga, this ain’t no piggy bank money, n+gga
this ain’t no under+the+bed money, n+gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 3]
i need a suitcase, a money counter and like twenty hoes
cuh i want all them b+tches naked, they can’t steal the code (d+mn)
what that n+gga think, he frank lucas with that chinchilla coat? (d+mn)
jetskis with this n+gga b+tch and then we hittin’ the ‘bows
dark shades, b+tch, i got them bands, i’m gettin’ that pape’ in (hold up)
what the f+ck you tryna cuff that b+tch? bring a cape in (hold up)
tell the waiter i want it all gold, bring my steak in (hold up)
she say, “golden, you ain’t that f+ckin’ n+gga,” what you say then?
hold up, b+tch, i’d buy you from your n+gga, don’t play on my top
i+10, traffickin’ that dope in them black socks (d+mn)
red b+tch cookin’ my own steak, we at black rock
she say golden dreads gettin’ wicked, he look like static shock
different cars, different houses, different b+tches, real pape’
you can give a n+gga a piece of your sh+t and he gon’ still hate (d+mn)
this lil’ b+tch got her body done but she still fake
my daddy sold dope, i sold dope, n+gga, that’s real tray (skrrt)

[chorus]
she gon’ f+ck a broke n+gga ’cause she know i’m a busy n+gga
uh, she gon’ cuff a lame n+gga, you can’t contain a litty n+gga (d+mn)
they say golden talkin’ sh+t, i’m the littest in the city, n+gga
when you see that p on my hat, that ain’t for philly, n+gga
[outro]
real motherf+ckin’ pape’, n+gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no lil’+boy money, n+gga, not twenty, thirty thousand, n+gga, n+gga
n+gga, quarter m, five hundred thousand, n+gga, workin’ on that m sh+t, n+gga

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