Pi’erre Bourne

"That’s for Real"

[Intro]
Do this from the top
It's facts
Ooh, n*ggas need to chill (Yeah-yeah)
Had a quarter-mil' way before the deal (Yeah)
Put a n*gga on his feet
Give that boy a mil' (b*tch, yeah-yeah)
I'm so real (b*tch)

[Chorus]
That's for real (b*tch)
That's for real (b*tch, 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 (b*tch)
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 (b*tch)
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

[Verse 1]
All my sh*t is poppin', uh (Yeah-yeah)
Keep the drank like Illz (Yeah-yeah)
When I'm up in Bompton with them n*ggas, leave you drilled, uh (Turn up)
Pull up on your block (Turn up)
Hit you with the steel (Turn up)
Cash Carti on top, f*ckin' on a pill (This that cash sh*t)
Uh, geek on a b*tch (Geek on a b*tch)
Geek on a b*tch, huh, yeah
Suck on my di*k (Suck on my di*k, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, Carti too lit (Suck on my di*k)
Yeah, I ride with the gang (I ride with the team)
2900 my clique (2900 in that b*tch)
29 n*ggas 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 (Ooh)
Count it up (Ooh)

[Chorus]
That's for real (Ooh)
That's for real (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
We for real (Ooh)
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' (Ooh)
Way before the deal (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
And I got a deal (Ooh)
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

[Verse 2]
(Boy, you coppin' pleas)
Mm, mm, f*ckin' on his b*tch (Why you coppin' pleas?)
I know that's your b*tch (b*tch)
But she don't give a f*ck, she like suckin' Carti di*k (di*k)
Man, that's okay (Okay)
'Cause all these b*tches 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', b*tch)
I'm still leanin' (I'm still leanin', yeah)
I'm still cashing out, put you out of route

[Chorus]
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 (Ooh)
And I got a deal (Yeah-yeah)
Almost at a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a mil' (Yeah-yeah)
Might just hit a deal (Ooh)
Do another deal
Cop another, uh

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