Now all that I do
Now all that I do
Is to love the way
Is to love the way
She's the real money She's that real money
Kickin' on me sometimes She's tryin' to tell what's right
She's the real money She's that real money
Worries about me at times,
real money
She's the real money
She's that real money
Kickin' on me sometimes
She's the real money
Real mighty, real mighty
Real mighty, real mighty
Missing all the spammers from home
Church are looking at me all wrong
Old noodles,
hot shower for some cleaning thoughts
Brown woods,
white walls, this bunch of missed calls
Right away you're in the bad mood
Whole lotta loops, bunch of notes in his head
Now don't roll back,
karma never gets inside this car
Shoulda worn out, had to deal with a pinch, yeah
Buried by musha for the sake, yeah
To carry all the weight, yeah
Shoulda screened, shoulda signed
But in order that I need to screen it,
be finna sign
Rock,
oh,
all of this work,
it be pinching the rock
Oh, oh, dressed in immaculate
Should be dripping for decades, I've ate it
Never let them kids feel upside down
Still dreaming fit, feel off the ground
Everything I got, I had it off my grind, yeah
Oh
She's the real mighty,
she's the real mighty Checking on me sometimes,
she's trying to tell
me what's right She's the real mighty,
she's the real mighty
Worried about me at times,
real mighty,
real mighty
Oh God,
oh God,
why you got me slipping through the daytime?
Oh God,
oh God,
why you got me slipping through the daytime?
Oh God,
oh God,
why you got me slipping through the daytime?