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rmc mike - real money lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
finna f+ck this b+tch up like he ‘posed to
mad ’cause her baby daddy ain’t f+ckin’ with us
b+tch

[verse]
diamondback fn, that b+tch pretty, plus it shoot fast
took my young b+tch to mia, bought her a new ass
twin+turbo lamb’ on the street, watch me scoot past
another opp just died last night, i know ++++ glad
glock .357 on me and i’ll shoot it
glock .380 with the beam and i’ll boot it
left my b+tch for no f+ckin’ reason, now she clueless
too much power in the mustang, hope i don’t lose it
ayy, that’s a nitrous kit
i’ll beat a n+gga ass and i’ll fight a b+tch
i’m knockin’ sh+t out cold, mike tyson sh+t
my booster just pulled up with all type of sh+t, that’s my type of b+tch
she’ll steal or k!ll for me
we ain’t playin’ with the pape’, we gettin’ real money
peezy only heard me rap twice then had a deal for me
it don’t matter what i do, the city still love me
i like a b+tch that like a b+tch, i’m tryna f+ck both
“cut into me, mike, i wanna f+ck, i like it cutthroat”
i don’t like to play games, but respect is at the utmost
mad as h+ll, tryna smoke my last ‘wood but the blunt broke
sh+t, i’m finna grab a pound, i’m the hardest n+gga out, just ask around
why he actin’ like he strapped? bro, pat him down
he stood up to talk sh+t, forty sat him down, then i cracked a smile
ghost glock in my pants, who wanna get shot?
i’m relapsin’ today, let’s pour an eight inside a big pop
he playin’ both sides, f+ck around and get his b+tch shot
i always come through in the clutch, i’m mr. bigshot
stand over the stove, cookin’ dope until my wrist lock
b+tch got a fat p+ssy on her, but she a big thot
me and ri came into the game and changed hip+hop
my n+gga tryna buy a half a ‘bow, i need a ziploc
seven grams in the slapwood, now, who want smoke?
stuffin’ d+ck all down her throat, b+tch, she gon’ choke
pull off on a beamer in the cat, he a slowpoke
i’m santa claus of the game, i need a ho+ho
baby, slow down, can you suck my d+ck in slow+mo?
bulldog hangin’ off my hip, this a four+four
the world said that we the truth, n+gga, no joke
i love when i get my drank from the old folks
sh+t be cheap as h+ll
i just bought a whole pint but i’m keepin’ twelve
i’m out here swimmin’ with the sharks, we’re as deep as h+ll
okay, you probably know ghost, but, n+gga, free datrell
gotta make it to the top, n+gga, we prevail
n+gga said he got za with the weakest smell
i like to f+ck with handguns that’ll keep a sh+ll
a n+gga went to make a play and spent the week in jail, now that’s f+cked up
back then, did anything to get our bucks up
if you ain’t tryna talk no pape’, n+gga, shut up
b+tch brain special+ed, dum+dum
i be runnin’ to the money, need a lump sum
i like the twenties and them fifties, but the hunnids better
f+ckin’ with the swipe g.o.a.t., he’ll punch whatever
hangin’ with the white folks, they get drunk and better
twenty+eights on the cadillac make the truck look better
free ben, free phil, free my brother ri
travis scott off+whites off a trucker tee
goldie tried to pass the cup, i don’t f+ck with lean
b+tch tried to call me broke, i’ll up a sleeve
she kinda p+ss me off, she suckin’ d+ck anywhere, tryna get me off
i put my trust inside the plug and he ripped me off
sh+t, i’m ready to go to the war and they ship me off

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