Real One (feat. Boosie Badazz)

Yeah
I could give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak

Ay baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick game proper,got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap out

I got 'em all hooked like drugs and
all them tryna fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what, straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin', I stay too turned up cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryna party, yeah cause I'm the man of the year

I'm tryna get a little buzz, party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up, I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up, I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you,
nigga and I can bet that I'm gon' get her

And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
(I don't care about your nigga, baby, that nigga weak!)
Cause you over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
(I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

Girl I know you wanna
Jump up on it right there, right there
Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin'
DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryna lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Gon' and twerk some for me

I'm tryna get a little buzz, party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up, I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up, I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you,
nigga and I can bet that I'm gon' get her

And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
(I don't care about your nigga, baby, that nigga weak!)
Cause you over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
(I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one

Turn, turn, turn, turn up, stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight, I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail, she gon' leave you like them girls did me
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
Meet me all day, we just press record
Ten mill' in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next to me girl
Them hotties is flockin', it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect

I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
(I don't care about your nigga, baby, that nigga weak!)
Cause you over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
(I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real one
Baby I don't really care if, if you gotta man
(I don't care about your nigga, baby, that nigga weak!)
Cause you over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
(I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
I bet you want a real one, you want a real one, you want a real one



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, David Doman, Torence Hatch, James Stewart, Jeff Reed Jackson
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