Playboi Carti - That’s for Real lyrics

Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[Playboi Carti - That’s for Real lyrics]

Do this from the top it's facts
Ooh, niggas need to chill (yeah yeah)
Had a quarter-mil' way before the deal
(yeah) put a nigga on his feet
Give that boy a mil' (Bitch, yeah yeah)
I'm so real (Bitch)

That's for real (Bitch)
That's for real (Bitch, yeah yeah)
We for real (Real)
We for real (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
And that's so real (Bitch)
We for real (Real) we for real (Ooh, what?)
Had a quarter-mil' (What?)
Way before the deal (I got that cash)
And I got a deal (Bitch)
Almost at a mil' (Let's go)
Might just hit a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a deal (Okay)
Do another deal (A deal) cop another, uh

All my shit is poppin', uh (yeah yeah)
Keep the drank like Illz (yeah yeah)
When I'm up in Bompton with
Them niggas, leave you drilled, uh
(Turn up) pull up on your block (Turn up)
Hit you with the steel (Turn up)
Cash Carti on top, fuckin' on a pill
(This that cash shit)
Uh, geek on a bitch (Geek on a bitch)
Geek on a bitch, huh, yeah
Suck on my dick (Suck on my dick, yeah yeah)
Yeah, Carti too lit (Suck on my dick)
Yeah, I ride with the gang
(I ride with the team)
2900 my clique (2900 in that bitch)
29 niggas that hit (29, 29)
Hittin' your ass with a stick (29)
Yeah, turn it up, count it up, uh
Count it up (Count it up, cash)
Count it up, count it up (yeah yeah)
Count it up (Cash, yeah)
Count it up, count it up (yeah)
Count it up (Uh, what? Beep, beep)
Count it up, count it up (O oh)
Count it up (O oh)

That's for real (O oh)
That's for real (Ooh, yeah yeah)
We for real (O oh) we for real (yeah yeah)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
We for real (We for real)
We for real (We for real)
Had a quarter-mil' (O oh)
Way before the deal (Ooh, yeah yeah)
And I got a deal (O oh)
Almost at a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a mil' (yeah yeah)
Might just hit a deal (Cash)
Do another deal (Cash) cop another, uh

(Boy, you coppin' pleas)
Mm, mm, fuckin' on his bitch
(Why you coppin' pleas?)
I know that's your bitch (Bitch)
But she don't give a fuck
She like suckin' Carti dick (Dick)
Man, that's okay (Okay)
'Cause all these bitches play
(Trouble, man, yeah yeah)
At the end of the day (yeah)
I got way more cake (Cash)
At the end of the day
I got more swag on the 'fit
At the end of the day, I'm so real, boy
You fake at the end of the day
I put dinner on the plate (yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I'm still leanin' (Turn up)
You dreamin' (Dreamin')
You still dreamin'
(You still dreamin', yeah yeah
You still dreamin', bitch)
I'm still leanin'
(I'm still leanin', yeah)
I'm still cashing out, put you out of route

That's for real
That's for real (yeah yeah)
We for real (yeah yeah)
We for real (yeah yeah)
And that's so real (yeah yeah)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
We for real (And we for real)
We for real (And we for real)
Had a quarter-mil' (Ooh, yeah yeah)
Way before the deal (O oh)
And I got a deal (yeah yeah)
Almost at a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a mil' (yeah yeah)
Might just hit a deal (O oh) do another deal
Cop another, uh

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