Jonn Hart - Real One Lyrics

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

(Chorus)
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
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