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Playboi Carti - Thats For Real Lyrics

[Intro]
Do this from the top
It's facts
Ooh, niggas need to chill (Yeah-yeah)
Had a quarter-mil' way before the deal (Yeah)
Put a nigga on his feet
Give that boy a mil' (Bitch, yeah-yeah)
I'm so real (Bitch)

[Chorus]
That's for real (Bitch)
That's for real (Bitch, yeah-yeah)
We for real (Real)
We for real (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
And that's so real (Bitch)
We for real (Real)
We for real (Ooh, what?)
Had a quarter-mil' (What?)
Way before the deal (I got that cash)
And I got a deal (Bitch)
Almost at a mil' (Let's go)
Might just hit a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a deal (Okay)
Do another deal (A deal)
Cop another, uh
[Verse 1]
All my shit is poppin', uh (Yeah-yeah)
Keep the drank like Illz (Yeah-yeah)
When I'm up in Bompton with them niggas, leave you drilled, uh (Turn up)
Pull up on your block (Turn up)
Hit you with the steel (Turn up)
Cash Carti on top, fuckin' on a pill (This that cash shit)
Uh, geek on a bitch (Geek on a bitch)
Geek on a bitch, huh, yeah
Suck on my dick (Suck on my dick, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, Carti too lit (Suck on my dick)
Yeah, I ride with the gang (I ride with the team)
2900 my clique (2900 in that bitch)
29 niggas that hit (29, 29)
Hittin' your ass with a stick (29)
Yeah, turn it up, count it up, uh
Count it up (Count it up, cash)
Count it up, count it up (Yeah-yeah)
Count it up (Cash, yeah)
Count it up, count it up (Yeah)
Count it up (Uh, what? Beep, beep)
Count it up, count it up (Ooh)
Count it up (Ooh)

[Chorus]
That's for real (Ooh)
That's for real (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
We for real (Ooh)
We for real (Yeah-yeah)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
We for real (We for real)
We for real (We for real)
Had a quarter-mil' (Ooh)
Way before the deal (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
And I got a deal (Ooh)
Almost at a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a mil' (Yeah-yeah)
Might just hit a deal (Cash)
Do another deal (Cash)
Cop another, uh
[Verse 2]
(Boy, you coppin' pleas)
Mm, mm, fuckin' on his bitch (Why you coppin' pleas?)
I know that's your bitch (Bitch)
But she don't give a fuck, she like suckin' Carti dick (Dick)
Man, that's okay (Okay)
'Cause all these bitches play (Trouble, man, yeah-yeah)
At the end of the day (Yeah)
I got way more cake (Cash)
At the end of the day, I got more swag on the 'fit
At the end of the day, I'm so real, boy, you fake
At the end of the day, I put dinner on the plate (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I'm still leanin' (Turn up)
You dreamin' (Dreamin')
You still dreamin' (You still dreamin', yeah-yeah, you still dreamin', bitch)
I'm still leanin' (I'm still leanin', yeah)
I'm still cashing out, put you out of route

[Chorus]
That's for real
That's for real (Yeah-yeah)
We for real (Yeah-yeah)
We for real (Yeah-yeah)
And that's so real (Yeah-yeah)
And that's so real (And that's so real)
We for real (And we for real)
We for real (And we for real)
Had a quarter-mil' (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Way before the deal (Ooh)
And I got a deal (Yeah-yeah)
Almost at a mil' (Beep)
Might just hit a mil' (Yeah-yeah)
Might just hit a deal (Ooh)
Do another deal
Cop another, uh