Real Money

(альбом: Ballin Ain't A Crime 2 - 2020)

Yeah
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy

We don't fold under pressure, bitch, we unfold (We unfold)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get paid)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't getting real money, get the fuck on (Get the fuck on)
We don't fold under pressure, bitch, we unfold (Yeah)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get money)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (Ayy, a hundred)
You ain't getting real money, get the fuck on (Yeah)

Young rich nigga with expensive habits (Rich nigga)
My niggas cold killers and my bitch the baddest (Yeah)
I'm on Fordham and Hayes, finna get some baggies (Uh)
Serving twenty-nine, two for fifty like it's Mr. Alan's (Let's go)
When I'm done with a bitch, I let my niggas have her (You can have her)
Touch a chain on my neck, let you niggas have it (Fuckboy)
Every time we at the club, bitch, it's cinematic (Hah)
How the fuck you looking up to dog and that nigga ratted? (That nigga told)
Cash out, fuck the price, I ain't even asking (Fuck it)
Two stacks for the 'fit and I ain't even matching (Nope)
Cause called from the Bay, told him send a package (Send it)
Bitch, I'm going on my eighth Rollie, time to get a Patek (Ah)
Fuck half-stepping, do it big on 'em (Do it big on 'em)
Take something small from me, put a big on you (Pussy)
Smoking on a Black and Mild with a cig on me (Yeah)
Nigga killed Soda, now it's time to get revenge on him, pussy

We don't fold under pressure, bitch, we unfold (We unfold)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get paid)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't getting real money, get the fuck on (Get the fuck on)
We don't fold under pressure, bitch, we unfold (Yeah)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get money)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't getting real money, get the fuck on (Yeah)

You tired of niggas dancing in your videos? (Videos)
Tired of spending all your money on them dilly hoes? (Huh?)
Come to Boyz ENT, bitch, we getting dough (Yeah)
Riding fast cars, fucking bitches out of centerfolds (Let's get it)
Bought some lunch money out like a ten-piece ('Bout a ten)
Five chains on, jumping out a Benz Jeep (Yeah)
Bitch, I used to have a problem making ends meet (Yup)
Knew I'd lose friends when I started getting real cheese (Fuck nigga)
Got a dub on my neck, that's just one chain (That's just one)
All my niggas got 'em too 'cause we on one page (We all got 'em)
Remember when the feds had us on the front page (Yup)
Now I'm front page of magazines getting dumb cake (Huh?)
Quarter mil' on the table, shit, I'm tired of counting (Tired)
Been in Barneys all day, shit, I'm tired of shopping (I'm tired)
All that fake shit you doing, bro, it's time to stop it
Took a thousand beans to Virginia, we ain't gotta pop it, nigga

We don't fold under pressure, bitch, we unfold (We unfold)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get paid)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't getting real money, get the fuck on (Get the fuck on)
We don't fold under pressure, bitch, we unfold (Yeah)
Be broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (Get money)
Leaving out of Golden Sun with a buck on (A hundred)
You ain't getting real money, get the fuck on (Yeah)