Ralo
Super
Ralo, Young Ralo, Young Ralo, Young Ralo
The national guard, the national guard, they coming to follow us
The national guard, the national guard, they coming to follow us
Young Ralo, Ralo
Super
Future Hendrix in this motherfucker, you know what I'm talking about
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, nigga, shit got hot
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, yeah, shit got hot
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, nigga, shit got hot
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, yeah, shit got hot
I get that money
I sell everything that money can buy
I get it poppin' like 4th of July
We bring the noise, these niggas get quiet
I wipe the tears from my momma eye
We ain't never go sleep back outside
Remember we used to go ask for a ride
Now we decide on which one to drive
I get that bread by the loaf
Play with the bread and get toast
I get them bricks out the boat
Them bitches cleaner than soap
I told my niggas to 'don't never lose hope
We ain't never falling out like no hoe
Remember we used to go sleep on the floor
Now we go places that they can not go
I'm in the Bluff, telling them people don't come in to bluff
None of them falsehoods not wanted with us
They had to call up the army for us
I just gave all of my bitches some money
They gon' fuck me whenever I'm horny
I bought my niggas everything they wanted
They done gave the real young nigga money
Ralo!
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, nigga, shit got hot
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, yeah, shit got hot
I got that dog food on me
I got a few of them chains on me
My lil niggas sending the Prezi' to see what that chopper
Just laying on you
Used to sleep on the floor I'm the man now
On some molly, some drank and some xans now
Ain't no talking, no talking, they spraying now
I was fucking that hoe but one laying now
Come through, smash on the later, I went staying there
Used to sleep by the door with the fan down
I drank me a four out of a can now
I'm so high of this dope and I'm staying now
Hit the blow, in my coat I was staying there
Got that drank on me, nigga and its staying here
Got the national guard and the blunt for my lil brother Ralo, that nigga the man now
I just bought me a new 'Rari, that money machine, it sound just like a fan now
I told my niggas, we hustle, we stay down for all of the this, don't want hand outs
Niggas be walking around with them tools, strapped up [?] them bands now
Bitches and niggas be barking up, sapping up
Bitches ain't nothing but some fans now
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, nigga, shit got hot
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, yeah, shit got hot
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, nigga, shit got hot
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, yeah, shit got hot
Ralo, Young Ralo, Young Ralo, Young Ralo
Had to change up spot, had to change up spot, yeah, shit got hot

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Real As It Gets Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
Verse One: Charli Baltimore
Whatever you gotta, do for the Prada
On sex, each minute, ten dollars
24 hours, on Beauty Parlors
Poppin' that tower, moves be power
Why ya'll sour, I deals in bragoits
See my thugs just ahppy with Nautica sweats
While I look vexed, these cats get over
Peace to the Rover, who sleep on the sofa
You nine to five, I'm five to nine
Sign dotted line, checks all mine
If ya'll haters wanna courtsy me fine
But I met mills, ya'll ain't worth a dime
Ain't worth my time, curves stay dented
Gotta do a bid, daddy watch the kids
Whatever I did, to get this cash
Did it hard, so spell me out real fast
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo, yo, honey come, honey go
Money dough, money blow
Where should I begin, cash on end
Believe you me Charli pull no stunts
Jet black six stacks in the trunk
CB in a rut, work hard for the money
Trsut me boo, play hard for the money
Even if it's trippin', hey it's a living
Just make sure them old men is tippin'
Even the ones that be actin' hard
Put my mack down tehn get platnuim cards
Girls pop they four's, even drop they drawz
For the pool, the house and the parcae floors
Wanna take me out, don't need no roll
Impress me baby, my kids need clothes
If even I'm nervous, been out there flirtin'
One things certain, I'm always workin'
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
Verse Three: Charli Baltimore
Yo I lie for the cash, die for the cash
Only time I'm on E, is when it's class
B fronted, don't Miss Thing lookin' pretty
Oh yeah baby, my bankbook pretty
Roll in a six, took his keys
My man stays at home, he cooks and cleans
While I get big, clockin' fast
He'll watch the kids, I'll watch the stash
And yo you think it's a figure of speech
When I say, I get six figures a week
And all ya'll think, that's ideal
I'm wit' fly wheels, in high heels
In tillin', that mink catch a feelin'
Heights in the billin' building, over seas dealin'
Yo you ain't treatin' me right
It's aight, cause at the end of the night
My money still tight
Chorus
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
So hard for it honey
She works hard for the money
And you better treat her right

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