Real Money lyrics - 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 south side 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

Talking jewelry boy then stacks on back

You talking 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, goddamn

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