Moneybagg Yo – Real Luv (feat. Summer Walker) Lyrics

Real Luv

Moneybagg Yo (feat. Summer Walker)

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"Real Luv." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. Summer Walker)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 03:03 am

Album: Time Served (Deluxe)

Track No: 14

Real good, real crime, real time, but it's
Real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud, but it's
Real good, real love, real love, yeah
Let me be your getaway
Feel like a dream, but we still awake
Never got to say what you wanna do, and where you want it at
I was finna do it in a way, I'm on the way
Rich sex, penthouse top floor me
With me, with me
You know you my personal, do it all versatile
Ring around the rosie, now we goin' circular
Love it when she tell me I'm her daddy, like I birthed her
Make me make a song about it, 8 bar verse though
Swear she me, got her talkin' like a ****
Look like somebody drew her, got the perfect figure
Havin' a attitude mean you really wanna beef up
Talkin' shit through the phone, when I pull up and I freeze up
(Maybe it ain't right) It feel too good to be wrong
(Baby I know) It's real love when you fallin' asleep on the phone
(I, ya) It blow my mind 'cause I'm gone, but still hearing you moan
(Ay-yeah) Got me where you want me, I can't leave you alone
(Yeah) Real good, real crime, real time, but it's
Real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud, but it's
Real good, real love, real love, yeah
Why you sit way over there? Slide closer
Good girl, but you the baddest, bipolar
Knew what you was ready to do on the ride over
She know I'm not high, so she waited and came sober
Moanin' so loud, make the neighbors wanna vacate
This some real pressure I'm applying, I don't play-play
Long stroke her slow and then fast, straight A
Next time bring another bitch, three-way
She prefer me raw, but I ain't shootin' up the club
If I hit it missionary, then you know it's real love
Like it when I'm rough, want aggression from a thug
Came from the bottom, 'cause we started on the rug
I can't beat around the bush, gotta tell her how it is
Keep it 1K, show me who you really is
Lockin' up when I hit that spot that's right between your rear
From the back got you bustin' back to back like hollow tips (Brrt-brrt)
Real good, real crime, real time, but it's
Real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud, but it's
Real good, real love, real love, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Writer(s): Demario White, Eduardo Earle, Summer Walker & Kendricke Brown.

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