Artist: Rich The Kid f/ Famous Dex, Migos Album: Trap Talk (Mixtape) Song: Real Deal Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] You know niggas talking about this man I'm bout to fuck 100, 000 right now Aye, dang, woah [Chorus: Rich The Kid] Fuck on your bitch and I leave Can't cuff her, I'm a mistreat her Trap phone got a beeper It was talking to the people Momma I'm moving to Hollywood Pick a model in the hills Wrist, throat, neck, chill I got the hundreds, a real deal [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Pick the model in the hills Percocet, pop a pill I got the hundreds, real deal The... is real chill Bitches busting out the gate You would take her on a date Cum on her face, make a mess More bullets for the tec Melrose with the O's Take a picture for some hoes Take a picture for some hoes I'm dabbing around with a bankroll She'll fuck for Chanel You was talking to the 12 I was playing with a scale Baby ship it through the mail [Chorus] [Verse 2: Quavo] I was playing with a scale Fuck nigga gong tell Dab sharp like nails Two guns, sonic tails Free block gang Baby powder in the mail Finesse a nigga, I'm a player Then I move to the Himalayas Shell catches no shells Cooking gas in the L Fucking hoes on film In case the bitch wanna tell Try and lie and say I ate the bitch We done run up through the whole clique I don't really fuck with atheists Crosses on my neck, I'm banking it Beast mode, can't tame it Skippa got the chopper, aiming it And we ain't shooting at your legs And we ain't shooting at the pancreas QC, the label dangerous I got a bitch, finna wrang a bitch Hold the squad down, anchor it And my money counter accurate [Chorus] [Verse 3: Famous Dex] I got the hundreds, a real deal All my diamonds on chill Real gold or ice grill Rozay and lean, crack the seal Momma I'm moving to Hollywood Almost broke, now I'm good Three grams in my wood Yeah I got it out the mud I'm riding round in this foreign All these bitches yeah they going All this money man coming All these fucking blue hundreds And no I don't wear the Margielas And Yeezys on, check the weather Two bitches flapping like they feathers I'm balling hard, I'm like, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 3: Offset] I won't take a bitch up on a date Sucking dick and then we fornicate Like a dirty pistol, she a throw away I'm going through it so I pour away My wrist is cold like a blizzard I think that bitch is a ho but I miss her Got it out the mud to a Fisker Young nigga been grinding hard for a minute I'm a savage and a menace I be thugging, fuck an image I got action for you acting niggas Man the... diamond dancing nigga You a lil bitch, lil nigga I'm a big young rich nigga I sip out the seal my nigga One Actavis bottle your bills my nigga I'm whipping still, I cook up... fish Don't trust no ho cause a bitch gon be a bitch Don't trust no nigga cause it's cool to be a snitch That nigga was talking too much so it's cool to hit him with clips [Chorus]