Real Money

Tadoe, Chief Keef

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 bitch I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch I'm talking real money

I pull up then slide out like touchdown
Nigga you can nuck if ya buck, gon buck
Get yo dumb ass bucked down
It was me an Kenn Rob on the southside
Of Chicago looking for a damn 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
Bitch I got stripes like a tiger
Pulled up in the all white
Bitch 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 fuck
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

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 bitch I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch I'm talking real money

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 damn upsets
Youngest nigga in here with a fucking check
Man, bitch I got stacks on deck
Talkin jewelry boy then stacks on back
You talkin young and reckless then
It's stacks on head
Walked the room left my stack on bed, man
Don't ya'll forget I need bands, I'm the man
God damn i pull up, yo bitch know who I am

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 bitch I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch I'm talking real money

Trivia about the song Real Money by Chief Keef

When was the song “Real Money” released by Chief Keef?
The song Real Money was released in 2015, on the album “Bang 3, Pt. 2”.
Who composed the song “Real Money” by Chief Keef?
The song “Real Money” by Chief Keef was composed by Tadoe, Chief Keef.

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