Jonn Hart - Real One lyrics

rate me

That's a fake Louie bag, need a real

Straight it off to the haters baby kill

Take it to the dealer, put the stick in drive

I'mma show you how this Lambourghini make ya feel alive

Hold the quarter, you ain't neva seen that Mini Benz

Rocking with a rich nigga, not yo broke man

Take a trip, no shore, beach house, oh Lord

Fetta talk, path white, show me that surfboard

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Baby, we can ball out, ball out

We can turn them all down, all down

We can max the cause out, cause out

I just want a real one when it's due

You don't fuck him no more

Cuz he don't hold you down

He don't really buy you shit

Cuz he broke and I'm rich

You fuckin' with a real one, real one

That's me

You fuckin' with a real one, real one

That's me