Yo Gotti - Only That Real (Remix) lyrics

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Yo Gotti - Only That Real (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: IamSu!] I'ma throw this money (don't stop, go crazy) I'ma make it back (don't stop, go crazy) Said I'ma throw this money (don't stop, go crazy) I'ma make it back (don't stop, go crazy) Only that real sh**, that's what I'm talking about (x4) [Verse 1: IamSu!] Fontainebleau, M-I-A You can hang with us baby but you cannot stay b**hes love a n***a you would think I'm Trey I told her throw it back for a R-A-C-K Don't stop get it get it one time for real I know you got big dreams on your mind for real I heard you trying to sing, do wanna sign a deal? You wanna fall back, just take your time and chill I be out in New Orleans like please believe me If you really f**ing with me say "Yeah" like Jeezy Ooh yeah, you like that I like that too She got kicked out the club I brought her right back through I got the juice like that, I could get away with murder And if you ain't knowing you should go ahead and learn it Burn it, hot sh**, cut it out like a surgeon I'm splurgin' on fly sh** 'til the day that they bury me [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I used to have a Lamb' Gallardo Now I got a 'Ventador Fell in love with a b**h from Oakland Ain't got f**ed like this before Bad b**h, had to buy a crib in the Bay She introduced me to that Mac Dre I introduced her to that Act, right f**ed her on the first night, b**h I get that sack right I'ma hold my dogs down if I don't do nothin' else With them hoes around, we won't hit nothin' else Money on the ground, mean we lean, sh** fly When them haters around, them young boys gon' fire Bang, bang, I may pull up in a Brinks truck M on that new sh**, real n***a, link it up Get my work from Colombia [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] See what I'm talkin' 'bout? All money comin' in, no money comin' out Stack it to the roof, child rip the ceiling out Shawty head stupid, back seat dumbin' out New studs cost about 3 homes Got the strip club jumpin' like Meech, homes She a model but stripper on a Friday Bend it over, Chris Lighty, I'ma violate Gettin' to this money now, why wait? See a young pimp shinin', homie, why hate? All this money, you still owe us money NY to the Bay, gettin' all this money [Hook]