Peezy - Real Money lyrics

(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 gettin' 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 gettin' real money, get the fuck on
(yeah)

Young rich nigga with expensive habit's
(Rich nigga) my niggas cold killers and
My bitch the baddest (yeah)
I'm on Fordham and Hayes
Finna get some baggies (Uh)
Servin' 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 lookin' up to
Dog and that nigga ratted? (That nigga told)
Cash out, fuck the price, I ain't even askin'
(Fuck it) two stacks for the 'fit and
I ain't even matchin' (Nope)
Cuz called from the Bay
Told him send a package (Send it)
Bitch, I'm goin' on my eighth Rollie
Time to get a Patek (Ah)
Fuck half-steppin', do it big on 'em
(Do it big on 'em)
Take somethin' small from me
Put a big on you (Pussy)
Smokin' 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 gettin' 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 gettin' real money, get the fuck on
(yeah)

You tired of niggas dancin' in your videos?
(Videos) tired of spendin' all your money
On them dilly hoes? (Huh?)
Come to Boyz ENT, bitch, we gettin' dough
(yeah) ridin' fast cars
Fuckin' bitches out of centerfolds
(Let's get it)
Bought some lunch money out like a ten-piece
('Bout a ten)
Five chains on, jumpin' out a Benz Jeep
(yeah) bitch, I used to have a
Problem makin' ends meet (Yup)
Knew I'd lose friends when I
Started gettin' 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 gettin' dumb cake (Huh?)
Quarter mil' on the table, shit
I'm tired of countin' (Tired)
Been in Barneys all day, shit
I'm tired of shoppin' (I'm tired)
All that fake shit you doin', 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 gettin' 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 gettin' real money, get the fuck on
(yeah)