Real Money

Yeah I want that real money, the type you work for all your life Some people kill, money, when they struggle to provide That dollar bill, money, with the presidents that died To pay for silk, money, what we ain't have when I was nine I need that real money, not that show money that they pile In the videos, on tv screens to cover up they pride I want that real money, make you feel secure, you know the type The kind that puts my kids through college, and takes pressure off my wife A couple mill money, so when I'm forty I'll retire knowing everything is fine and money won't be on my mind You know that sealed money, you never see until you die The type of money you don't worry if your card is gon' decline And not that pill money, or what you make from selling dimes Clean money, dirty money made from someone else's crimes Keep it real, money I used to always hate the guys who had so much fuckin money they got mansions counting five This ain't a drill, money I don't got a lot of time, so it's now, or its never, put all that other shit aside I've been plotting, I've been scheming, sick of money running dry While I've been battling the current trying to get back what is mine We're talking real money I know it's coming, see the signs Talk is cheap, so Ima stop while I'm ahead and in my prime Real money Yeah Real money Real money Real money Yeah