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Correct Real Estate Lyrics
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Childish Gambino
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[Chorus: Childish Gambino] I got a pj for the whole crew Passport looking old news Champagne in a glasshouse Old money know what I’m about Put your money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state [Verse 1: Childish Gambino] I’m feeling like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-Ex Gotta use that latex or she living like a princess They don’t wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep I got houses in the mountains, man Will Smith live down the street Got that generation money my grandkids are assholes Stacking something dummy every verse I got got cash flow Monaco they loved me, I’m wearing something ugly But they still know I’m rich though so my doo-rag lookin’ stuffy Rollin’ with the royalty, Kauai is just my Camelot Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top Saint Bart's Pushin’ 997’s like I’m making fuckin’ phone calls Half a mill' is low ball Lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than Betty White Spot me on Dalmatian Croatian girls salvation us Make something of myself man Somebody let’em know, ‘cuz it’s that eastside nigga (A-T-L!) [Chorus: Childish Gambino] I got a pj for the whole crew Passport looking old news Champagne in a glasshouse Old money know what I’m about Put your money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state [Verse 2: Alley Boy] Ridin’ around with a whole meal, real estate can a nigga live? Gold slug no ice grill, deal with molly, no x pill Georgia nigga I’m A-town, Eastside nationwide Rep nigga like Tim Briggs, killed them, homicide Real estate that’s my estate Georgia peach like Big Meech Mason Ave, that’s my street, we sellin’ crack on Front Street Old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it New crib got a ticket on it, just cashed out seven figures on it Baby momma, stank bitch fought child support, I’m too rich Pussy ho got lucky, you can pay your bills on my dick My driver license’s suspended, but I’m still ridin’ in a Bentley I’m still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin’ Me and Childish Gambino plenty chips no casino Poppin’ bottles with models they gon' suck on some pronto Put my grill in your real estate, know I come from that realest state Niggas eating off our paper plate, we just copped them new Audi 8's [Chorus: Childish Gambino] I got a pj for the whole crew Passport looking old news Champagne in a glasshouse Old money know what I’m about Put your money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state I got a pj for the whole crew Passport looking old news Champagne in a glasshouse Old money know what I’m about Put your money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate I put my money in that real estate Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state [Outro: Swank] Man Atlanta showing love too, man Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside And fuck the Northside, man them niggas up there be testin’ Ain’t nothing changed man, we still get money out here Royalty forever in this bitch Gambino nigga, you know what I’m saying? That new shit man One time for the one time man, real nigga stand up Two times for the bad bitches, three for the rich You know what I’m talking about? You know what it is man, yeah man Money talk, bullshit walkin’ marathon Real niggas know what I’m talking about Royalty forever motherfucker Gambino forever motherfucker Get used to it, Royalty nigga, Royalty motherfucker Motherfucking eastside stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town We in this bitch like we fucking a dog or some shit my nigga Man y’all motherfuckers already know what it is Royalty forever in this bitch, bitch niggas fall back Real recognize real and y’all sucka niggas ain’t it You feel me? Man don’t watch me, watch tv Wait, ‘Bino on that shit too, God damn! Man, we gettin' that white people money, you heard that? Matter of fact Tina, tell these niggas what I’m talking about one time [Outro 2: Tina Fey] Yeah we in here, we in this thing Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever We ballin’ ‘till we fuckin’ up the hardwood homey This is the life we live, son My president is black and my Prius is blue, motherfucker Royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in Nordstroms, son That’s racks on racks, damn it You feel me? You feel me? This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it Not going to, not gonna do that I don’t feel comfortable I’m out!
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