Real One

She might pop it for a real one
Baby, please don't make me drill one
Call me when you wanna feel some
Like it better when you bring one

She the one from Hot Hills
Bougie b*tch that pops pills
I know she don't like to feel
It's probably why I pay the bill

I know ima make it
Oh baby, don't mistake it
Oh no
Can't save me out of that zone
Don't feel alone (Yeah)
Even though I roam (Yeah)
Twin turbo zooming up in Paris, I'm not home
Catch me walking out with shoes I'm not supposed to, uh
Don't check my pocket
Come across and break your chrome heart

She might pop it for a real one
Baby, please don't make me drill one
Call me when you wanna feel some
Like it better when you bring one

What if bring two
and you brought three
She get really freaky in the VIP
This is for my sexy little private freak
Stuck inside her mind, the scene be on repeat

Whats on her mind
(Woah, Ah)

For a real one
She gon pop it
Put a real one on her lip
Now she can't change the topic
One more time
Just to remind you that no one can top it
'Cause all the money that be coming
Might need an accountant



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Celino, Nicholas Opper, S. Lino
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