​jssr - ​real ​ lyrics

You said you were gonna call

This that real money
I can’t ever fuck with counterfeit's
Real money
I could take a fly out to the strip
And I’m like, "Baby
Could you see like where I’m coming from?"
I just got my bread up
And I’m trying to fuckin' dip
I got money on my mind
I got money on my table
That boy don't get racks, and, yeah
I swear that shit a fable i got six phones
Just in case they tryna try me
I just heard your shit
And that shit was disabled
I pour up, mud in my cup
I pour up, I fuck with drugs (call)
Mark up red
But I swear that shit ain't blood

Go, go, go
He like, "Damn, he was stuck up in my head"
They like, "Damn
How you slidin' like a sled?"
I got, go to bed

This that real money
I can’t ever fuck with counterfeit's
Real money
I could take a fly out to the strip
And I’m like, "Baby
Could you see like where I’m coming from?"
I just got my bread up
And I’m trying to fuckin' dip
I got money on my mind
I got money on my table
That boy don't get racks, and, yeah
I swear that shit a fable i got six phones
Just in case they tryna try me
I just heard your shit, and that shit was

This that real money
I can’t ever fuck with counterfeit's
Real money
I could take a fly out to the strip
And I’m like, "Baby
Could you see like where I’m coming from?"
I just got my bread up
And I’m trying to fuckin' dip
I got money on my mind
I got money on my table
That boy don't get racks, and, yeah
I swear that shit a fable i got six phones
Just in case they tryna try me
I just heard your shit
And that shit was disabled
I pour up, mud in my cup
I pour up, I fuck with drugs (call)
Mark up red
But I swear that shit ain't blood