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real money - peezy lyrics

real money lyrics
[intro]
yeah
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)
ayy

[chorus]
we don’t fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (we unfold)
being broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (get paid)
leaving [?] go to sun with a buck on (a hundred)
you ain’t get real money, get the f*ck on (get the f*ck on)
we don’t fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (yeah)
being broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (get money)
leaving [?] go to sun with a buck on (a hundred)
you ain’t get real money, get the f*ck on (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
young rich n*gga with expensive habits (rich n*gga)
my n*ggas cold k!llers and my b*tch the badest (yeah)
i’m on foreign [?] finna get some baggy (hold up)
servin’ twenty*nine, two for fifty like it’s mr. allens (let’s go)
when i’m done with a b*tch, i let my n*ggas have her (he can have her)
touch a chain on my neck, let you n*ggas have it (f*ck boy)
every time we at the club, b*tch, it’s cinematic
how the f*ck you lookin’ up the dog in a n*gga reddit (get told)
cash*out, f*ck the price, i ain’t even askin’ (f*ck it)
two stacks for the fit and i ain’t even matchin’ (no cap)
cuz car from the bay told him send a package (send it)
b*tch i’m goin’ on my a rollie time, time to get a patek (ah)
f*ck half*steppin’, do it big on her (big on her)
take something small from me, put a bid on you (p*ssy)
smokin’ on a black and white with a ‘cig on me
n*gga k!lled soda, now it’s time to get revenge on him (p*ssy)
[chorus]
we don’t fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (we unfold)
being broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (get paid)
leaving [?] go to sun with a buck on (a hundred)
you ain’t get real money, get the f*ck on (get the f*ck on)
we don’t fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (yeah)
being broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (get money)
leaving [?] go to sun with a buck on (a hundred)
you ain’t get real money, get the f*ck on (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
you tired of n*ggas dancin’ in your videos (videos)
tired of spendin’ all your money on these daily hoes (huh)
[?] boys in your t, b*tch we gettin’ dough (yeah)
ridin’ fast cars, f*ckin’ b*tches out the centerfold (let’s get it)
bought some lunch money out like a ten*piece (like a ten)
five chains on jumpin’ out a benz jeep (yeah)
b*tch, i used to have a problem makin’ ends meet
knew i lose friends when i started gettin’ real cheese
got a dub on my neck, that’s just one chain (one)
all my n*ggas got ’em too ’cause we on one page (we all got ’em)
remember when the feds had us on the front page
now i’m front page of magazines gettin’ dumb paid (huh?)
quater mill on the table, sh*t, i’m tired of counting (tired)
[?] all day, sh*t, i’m tired of shoppin’ (tired)
all that fake sh*t you doin’, bro, it’s time to stop it
took a thousand bands to virginia, we don’t got a pop in, n*gga
[chorus]
we don’t fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (we unfold)
being broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (get paid)
leaving [?] go to sun with a buck on (a hundred)
you ain’t get real money, get the f*ck on (get the f*ck on)
we don’t fold under pressure, b*tch, we unfold (yeah)
being broke or get paid, strap your nuts on (get money)
leaving [?] go to sun with a buck on (a hundred)
you ain’t get real money, get the f*ck on (yeah, yeah)

- peezy lyrics

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