Cellus - Real Money lyrics

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Cellus - Real Money lyrics

Real Money (Prod. QuantEyez) Written By Cellus VERSE: Shoutout to all the bus drivers that let me ride for free Ain't no change in my pocket that's just my chain and keys I shouldn't even be skruggling this ain't even me I turned my last $4 into a shopping spree I know u see this gold in my mouth...itch...acknowledge me Caint pay my tithes...I'm robbing God...idolatry Jesus died...but I'll decide what I believe Cuz obviously I believe the economy honor me Or value me higher than a black man A white man with brown skin but mentally bound with... Chains made a gold...or sneakers with jumpman $150 gone still I can't even jump man I spent it all...thinking about my habits DISQUSTING My daddy said...the world ain't gone leave u with nothin So rainy days should never phase... A man should be plenty paid... Just off what he penny saved I heard it. It made sense But I'm stuck on the slaveship And when the sun set it look like a spaceship But when the light shine... Suddenly I'm blind to... False realities, casualties, and the bad of these Speaking like I owe u sum These Uncle Toms. I ain't got the only one When that money come And my bills is paid and done Ima be the freshest under 30; models on my arm You caint be for real You ain't go no real Struggle here I be at the mall Tryna spend it all For my check get here In God We Trust is on my dolla bill Trusting God is real HARD when you buying what He give CHORUS: I'm just keeping it real This for my people who know that they real But them dollas ain't real Well... They really is I just really caint see em (Real, real, real, real) CHORUS: I'm just keeping it real This for my people who know that they real But them dollars ain't real They really is I just really can't see em VERSE: I don't really be eating They like it when I rhyme im broke but still hate me for being Broke in real life. U thought I was faking these lyrics Like yo favorite rapper's rappin Ain't rappin traffic less I be wrapped in traffic But no gas in my car Thinking of summers in Kansas City with granny Luther Vandross blasting. We in the Camry Grandma'll buy you whatever u want and more I Wish I could just go back least for a month or more Now I'm grown up. Look how i grown up Life is hard. When a brotha don't own a Least a cable connection for TV But it helped me write this verse please believe me I was focused on being.... The dopest that's breathing Ha.... And show the world this gospel has meaning... I... May not have not a dollar But I know I'm a problem And money caint fix that problem Green gods and Benjamin's stacking folk in Chicago I put that on my mama On everything I love I swear to it ya honor I gotta shout my plug Q beats this is a honor Money caint buy you better ideas or help yo rhymin. (aahhh) CHORUS: I'm just keeping it real This for my people who know that they real But them dollas ain't real Well... They really is I just really caint see em I'm just keeping it real This for my people who know that they real But them dollars ain't real They really is I just really can't see em