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Ay, ay, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't ever ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

I've been feeling like Pablo in the Wells Fargo

I ain't here to talk about a car loan

Pockets on my cargo shorts full of money

And a duffel bag stuffed full, hard to keep the zipper on the top closed

You can barely pay a car note

Why you mad at me because your credit score low

I done gone broke but I bounced back

Leaning on the counter while she look at my account

Can I have a lollipop

Don't run the game flirtin' with the bank teller

I can tell she thinking I'm a cocaine dealer

I got cash 'cause I rap, I don't trap

I was hurting when I didn't have money, now the paper like a painkiller

The internet say I'm worth four mil

It used to be a way worse ordeal

No more dollar menu orders, eating four course meals

Thought I was a winner look at what the scoreboard said

Forrest Gump with the ends on the cat running

On the way to make a milli you can bet on me

You sitting still like a crash test dummy

Like you got a check coming

Tryna flash, you ain't got Tech money

You ain't ever live lavish, tryna be Travis

You ain't ever built like that

You been living in a fantasy knowing that you can't achieve

I'ma tell you real life fast

Keep it real like that

Yeah

I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Get some big ones, s**t comes, quick son ditch 'em

'Cause they gonna get to begging from the rich one

For the money for tummy, booty, and they tits done

Cross yo neck with a razor

For the fetty when they see you livin' major

How they comin' for money ya job paid ya

When not even one of them did a little bit of labor

With them brand new hunnids

Damn you done it

Not a way somebody can ever ban you from it

How can you stomach

The poverty I hit the lottery

So when you go in the pile can you plummet

Damn you stuntin'

On the land when you expand the grands

They gonna stand who run it and the jam you brung it (cha)

Comin' from all the fans the Kansas City man do gun it (cha)

Take all the paper don't let the paper take ya

Big money maker you're gonna wait to vapor

From all the haters they wanna waste ya

Like a trip when they hit a gallon of Jäger

Off with the money is why they shoot ya

'Cause they jealous they makin' the shotty juice ya

I ain't slippin' or givin' nobody boosters

I keep the brim a hunnid 'cause Tech is a crowded poosta

Nigga, ay

I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Like a brand new hunnid dollar bill

When they put the light to me they will know that I'm real

I'ma get to the money

But I give 'em what they can build in it

Rock at the rigorous on the go without a chill

We two up, it's too much money to be made

Too much money for me to ever be a slave

Too much money for me to not wanna get out of the bed and go get it

Somebody already gettin' paid

It don't matter if you rappin' or thuggin', be stackin' or pluggin'

It's either you are slackin' or puppin', I bet that you want it

They give in if you huff at the oven

And you rapping a couple of 'em

Moving two by fours like Jim Duggan, you buggin'

If you don't got the lucrative hustle

Looking for loot producing part of productive 'cause you

Gotta be tough and plus you gotta do what you must do

Throw it when you win, they will son the rustle

I see hawks when I see these thots, and I read thoughts

Let them wonder 'bout the bread

He financially flaunts cause he know what she wants

Let alone fucks I give 'em the photo cred

Even though I do collect the dough, I haven't changed yet

Never quit, never sit waiting for a paycheck

To the paid jet, then get lifted like a weight set

With a loud pack hater chronic like a Dre set

Jay high that's a safe bet, ay

I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, I'ma keep it real like a brand new hunnid

Ay, 'bout that life, I ain't never ran from it

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money

Ay, everywhere I go I try to get to the money