She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
She all on my jeans cause they Balmain
I just scored like a ballgame
You claim you a shoota you don't got no aim
I'm shooting a hunnid from any range
I'm on this bitch and I'm making it rain
I'm f*cking on my side his main
I got the drip and your nigga is plain
I'm with the shits and your nigga is lame
She rode me like a train
I'm higher than a plane
I just bought a chain
Just to cover pain
F*cking his bitch when I want her
I f*cked her once she a goner
They hate cause my watch bust down
I'm balling so hard nigga touchdown
He tried to run down
He just gunned down
All this shit starts when the sundown
My niggas they killas at night
But we'll rob you in the daytime
AR with the light
I'm dunking on niggas like I'm on the baseline
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
Honestly it's so hard not to flex
Callin' me yo bitch be always textin'
Prices up tell her tap it if she blessed
Gas right it get hard to digest
Eyes closed
Where ya eyes go
Hydro only gas that I smoke
Light it up let's see where your mind go
Pronto match it up with my goal
Said she hit rolled a wood and smoked a stick
Told lil baby off the wall gotta stand on me like kicks
We gone cop a condo just to swerve off on the kids
Police come on flying through they already on my dick
I need what my dough
Don't know why she lyin' fo
He said what 5-0
Knockin on my mom door
Where they at Pine Grove
I'm at Quail Hallow
Niggas move a f*ckin' zip and think they f*ckin' Pablo
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
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Mr.Money - For Real (feat. YPG) Lyrics
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She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
She all on my jeans cause they Balmain
I just scored like a ballgame
You claim you a shoota you don't got no aim
I'm shooting a hunnid from any range
I'm on this bitch and I'm making it rain
I'm f*cking on my side his main
I got the drip and your nigga is plain
I'm with the shits and your nigga is lame
She rode me like a train
I'm higher than a plane
I just bought a chain
Just to cover pain
F*cking his bitch when I want her
I f*cked her once she a goner
They hate cause my watch bust down
I'm balling so hard nigga touchdown
He tried to run down
He just gunned down
All this shit starts when the sundown
My niggas they killas at night
But we'll rob you in the daytime
AR with the light
I'm dunking on niggas like I'm on the baseline
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
Honestly it's so hard not to flex
Callin' me yo bitch be always textin'
Prices up tell her tap it if she blessed
Gas right it get hard to digest
Eyes closed
Where ya eyes go
Hydro only gas that I smoke
Light it up let's see where your mind go
Pronto match it up with my goal
Said she hit rolled a wood and smoked a stick
Told lil baby off the wall gotta stand on me like kicks
We gone cop a condo just to swerve off on the kids
Police come on flying through they already on my dick
I need what my dough
Don't know why she lyin' fo
He said what 5-0
Knockin on my mom door
Where they at Pine Grove
I'm at Quail Hallow
Niggas move a f*ckin' zip and think they f*ckin' Pablo
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
She all on my jeans cause they Balmain
I just scored like a ballgame
You claim you a shoota you don't got no aim
I'm shooting a hunnid from any range
I'm on this bitch and I'm making it rain
I'm f*cking on my side his main
I got the drip and your nigga is plain
I'm with the shits and your nigga is lame
She rode me like a train
I'm higher than a plane
I just bought a chain
Just to cover pain
F*cking his bitch when I want her
I f*cked her once she a goner
They hate cause my watch bust down
I'm balling so hard nigga touchdown
He tried to run down
He just gunned down
All this shit starts when the sundown
My niggas they killas at night
But we'll rob you in the daytime
AR with the light
I'm dunking on niggas like I'm on the baseline
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
Honestly it's so hard not to flex
Callin' me yo bitch be always textin'
Prices up tell her tap it if she blessed
Gas right it get hard to digest
Eyes closed
Where ya eyes go
Hydro only gas that I smoke
Light it up let's see where your mind go
Pronto match it up with my goal
Said she hit rolled a wood and smoked a stick
Told lil baby off the wall gotta stand on me like kicks
We gone cop a condo just to swerve off on the kids
Police come on flying through they already on my dick
I need what my dough
Don't know why she lyin' fo
He said what 5-0
Knockin on my mom door
Where they at Pine Grove
I'm at Quail Hallow
Niggas move a f*ckin' zip and think they f*ckin' Pablo
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
She want my money for real
She want my cars for real
She want my house for real
I got it all for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
I got your hoe for real
I got .44 for real
I know you a hoe for real
I ball like a pro for real
Writer: Brandon Puckett, Christian Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid