Real One (feat. Boosie Badazz)
Yeah
I could give a fuck about ya nigga, baby (d.a. on the track)
That nigga weak (that nigga weak)
Ha! Ayy, baby, you, baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
F-Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room, baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth, baby (mm)
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 cup it, 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 (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah
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 (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'ma 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 (little buzz)
Party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up (ooh, yeah)
I see your girl lookin' over at me
She wanna turn up (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 (ayy)
And I don't (I don't)
I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one (you), yeah
You want a real one (real one)
Turn, turn, turn, turn up, stop stuntin' that nigga (huh, bro)
We straight, I got more money than that nigga (aw, bro)
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail, she gon' leave you like them girls did me (oh, Lord)
She want a real one, ooh, she want some'
Look at all this money over here, she want some'
She ain't thirsty (she ain't even thirsty)
But when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses (oh)
Scorpio sex, girl, my tongue on her (oh)
Meet me all day, we just press record
Ten mill' in two months, God bless me girl (God bless me, girl)
You over there starin', next to me girl (haha)
Them hotties is flockin', it's three in the mornin' (turn up)
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment (turn up)
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect (girl)
And I don't
I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah (hey, yeah)
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 (real one)
Baby, I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
I bet you want a real one
You want a real one
You want a real one
Hello?
Wassup, nigga?
What up, nigga? I'm high as a motherfucker
Shit, me too, I'm on there watchin' National Geographic, nigga
They got some motherfuckin' whales, fuckin' on this shit, what the fuck?
Hahaha, sounds interesting
Hahaha, man
I got these dope two birds in my house right now
Oh! The bag, the bag, the bag
Hahaha, you know, thotaronies
Ayy, nigga, let's throw a party or somethin', I'm bored as shit
Shit, I'm with it, ayy, I'ma call some bitches up, you got some weed?
Yeah, I'ma call the weed-
I could give a fuck about ya nigga, baby (d.a. on the track)
That nigga weak (that nigga weak)
Ha! Ayy, baby, you, baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
F-Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room, baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth, baby (mm)
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 cup it, 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 (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah
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 (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'ma 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 (little buzz)
Party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up (ooh, yeah)
I see your girl lookin' over at me
She wanna turn up (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 (ayy)
And I don't (I don't)
I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one (you), yeah
You want a real one (real one)
Turn, turn, turn, turn up, stop stuntin' that nigga (huh, bro)
We straight, I got more money than that nigga (aw, bro)
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail, she gon' leave you like them girls did me (oh, Lord)
She want a real one, ooh, she want some'
Look at all this money over here, she want some'
She ain't thirsty (she ain't even thirsty)
But when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses (oh)
Scorpio sex, girl, my tongue on her (oh)
Meet me all day, we just press record
Ten mill' in two months, God bless me girl (God bless me, girl)
You over there starin', next to me girl (haha)
Them hotties is flockin', it's three in the mornin' (turn up)
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment (turn up)
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect (girl)
And I don't
I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah (hey, yeah)
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 (real one)
Baby, I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
I bet you want a real one
You want a real one
You want a real one
Hello?
Wassup, nigga?
What up, nigga? I'm high as a motherfucker
Shit, me too, I'm on there watchin' National Geographic, nigga
They got some motherfuckin' whales, fuckin' on this shit, what the fuck?
Hahaha, sounds interesting
Hahaha, man
I got these dope two birds in my house right now
Oh! The bag, the bag, the bag
Hahaha, you know, thotaronies
Ayy, nigga, let's throw a party or somethin', I'm bored as shit
Shit, I'm with it, ayy, I'ma call some bitches up, you got some weed?
Yeah, I'ma call the weed-
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, David Doman, Torence Hatch, James Stewart, Jeff Reed Jackson
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