Текст песни Childish Gambino - Real Estate

[Chorus: Childish Gambino] I got a PJ for the whole crew, Passport lookin' 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 feelin' like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-Ex, Gotta use that latex or she livin' 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, Stackin' something dummy, every verse I got that cash flow, Monaco, they loved me, I'm wearin' something ugly, But they still know I'm rich though so my do-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, ‘cause it's that Eastside nigga, A-T-L! [Chorus: Childish Gambino] I got a PJ for the whole crew, Passport lookin' 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, Whipped a nigga bout ten bricks, 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 eatin off our paper plate, we just copped them new Audi 8's. [Chorus: Childish Gambino] I got a PJ for the whole crew, Passport lookin' 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! [Swank:] Man, Atlanta showin' love too, man! Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside, And fuck the North side, 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 sayin'? 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 talkin' about? You know what it is man, yeah, man! Money talk, bullshit walkin' marathon, Real niggas know what I'm talkin' about. Royalty forever, mothafucka! Gambino forever, mothafucka! Get used to it, Royalty, nigga, Royalty, mothafucka! Mothafuckin' Eastside, stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town, We in this bitch like we fuckin' a dog or some shit, my nigga! Man, y'all mothafuckas 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 talkin' about one time! [Tina Fey:] Yeah, we in here, we in this thing. Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever, We ballin' till we fuckin' up the hardwood, homie! 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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