Fareal Songtext
von Money Man feat. Juney Knotzz

Add up that paper, we calculated
The places we eat, you need reservations
We do not fuck with no regulation
She got the tummy tuck, shawty thick as fuck
Push the Viper truck with the red glass
Got big kahunas, got big nuts
Let′s go
We really up, that shit obvious
She wanna fuck, that shit obvious
Put that bitch in Chanel, now she rockin' it
Every nigga ′round, I knew for years Got her bitin' on a nigga ear
Broke nigga be humble, I'm paid
Put a bag on you, you get put in the grave
Fareal, fareal
Fareal, fareal, you better chill
We finna slide, I let the reaper take the wheel
Copped her the Prada bag to match the Prada heel
Fareal
Put up a dub to get that nigga outta here
Mr. Dub Of Indo Like An Engineer
Fareal


Half an M on my Instagram reel
I really do this shit fareal
I use the streets for my marketin′
Police be on us, they targetin′
Started a whole conglomerate
Re-up together, a partnership
I'm from the streets, I don′t give two fucks about politics
Only presidential that I know is the Rollie
You not beneficial, then you really disposable
Better fuck me good, you in bed with a mogul
Fareal
Ain't reckless in talkin′, but I burnt the social
Russian K I had got purchased with roubles
Learned the card, I had searched it on Google
Three black trucks trailin'
Pullin′ up to a mansion
I go take the gate up, before the handle
Shooter scoop me right after the jet landin'
Ain't gon′ lay down, she might come pat me
When I got good head, we not upstandin′
Toil TD backin' the three branches
We havin′ sticks like them tree branches
Fareal, she havin' major sex appeal
I′m havin' major major bills
So many whips in my repertoire
Not grenades, we want smoke like a hookah bar
And my stones they be dancin′ like Julliard
Run that bitch, I run shit like I'm Kukulkan
Got my vibe bustin' checks out a Rubicon
My lil′ hitter will bust her like BabyTron

Fareal, fareal
Throw it in, we poppin′ the seal fareal
Don't get your partner them killed fareal
All of these racks give you chills fareal
Really been poppin′ ain't need it
Really been poppin′ ain't need a deal
Just met a bitch at the Regis
Needed a tea, and bring me them whales
With a lil′ foreign bitch fashion sells
Since I got a bud I was swipin' them mails
He don't speak English, she can′t tell
Just take out the plug if all else fails
Fareal, fareal
Pole look like Bill and Kel fareal
Can′t bring it back 'cause that shit gon′ sell
No double backin' that ship done sailed
Yeah, the ship done sailed
I made your backend with these low shelves
With these low shelves
I got her hackin′, don't need no help
Fareal, fareal
Won′t catch me lackin', shit can't go left
Fareal, fareal
Yeah
Fareal, fareal

Add up that paper, we calculated
The places we eat, you need reservations
We do not fuck with no regulation
She got the tummy tuck, shawty thick as fuck
Push the Viper truck with the red glass
Got big kahunas, got big nuts
Let′s go
We really up, that shit obvious
She wanna fuck, that shit obvious
Put that bitch in Chanel, now she rockin′ it
Every nigga 'round, I knew for years
Got her bitin′ on a nigga ear
Broke nigga be humble, I'm paid
Put a bag on you, you get put in the grave
Fareal, fareal
Fareal, fareal, you better chill
We finna slide, I let the reaper take the wheel
Copped her the Prada bag to match the Prada heel
Fareal
Put up a dub to get that nigga outta here
Mr. Dub Of Indo Like An Engineer
Fareal