RealSleezy - New Money lyrics

[Verse 1: RealSleezy] This is all I know This is all I do I been getting money What about you This is all I want This is all I got If I get locked down The money won't stop All of these n*ggas Claim they getting some money But I never see it That's why I'm laughing This sh*t so funny All of these b*tches Just wanna come home with me But I can't trust a thot Them hoes ain't for free Bad b*tches on my line I just let em cool off I ain't wasting no time Smash the p**y then skurt off If You gettin money You better keep it on the low Cuhs I been hustling for 6 years And ill still tell a b*tch no [Verse 2: RealSleezy] Young mastermind taking everything Ill do anything for the blue and green Pull up in that f*cking mean machine I want a hundred racks yeah thats all on me I got a s**y thing, she from overseas When she act bad, I make her play with keys I do it for me, I do it so good you can't ignore me You don't even know half the story The road to money can get very gory But I'm in the house like my name is Corey I come around, lay it down, then I'm Out-ty I hit the back door then I smash out In my new Audi [Verse 3: RealSleezy] I need all of my money and I need it now Everybody knows I'm the biggest thing to hit your town If you got a problem, better state it now Because I'm on my way to the top, and I ain't looking down Get every f*cking dollar that you can And don't you f*cking stop until the stacks hit the fan I need all my credit but I want my cash In my hand And Imma stack that sh*t up as fast as I can I feel like the dark knight Pull up in Roleys & Bentleys I been sipping Purple all night I got a gallon of lean with me I feel like the dark knight Pull up in Lambs and Rarris I been smoking gas all night Lets turn this club to a drug party I pull up to the airport with a bag and a case Then I board the pj, in my pjs Hop off smoking cake, skurt off in the wraith Real n*ggas can relate [Verse 4: RealSleezy] Go get yo money young n*gga Go get yo money young b*tch F*ck what they talking about n*gga If they ain't talking about getting rich Never trust a punk b*tch That's word to my bro Larry June Because I just f*cked up my leg Kicking a punk b*tch out the room Whats up Young Dolph Im the king of my city too But I'm from Long Beach my n*gga Where the k**ers move I respect a n*gga getting paper And if she ain't getting money I can't date her Wussup Young Ferg I do it for my fam too But I ain't got no family n*gga I do it for my crew And that's the truth