Real Thing

Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)

She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)

You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me

And that's why none of mine can regret me

Oh, yeah oh, yeah

Throw the cash up high, it's all there, yeah

Pop that ass for me on the jet ski

She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky

I would hit it out in public if she let me

I'm tryna fuck her twin sister she gon' let me

I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me

Say I hit that the shit so good she can't forget me

I can't have no bird bitches disrespect me

When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me

I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me

All the white girls wanna give me Becky

All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee

A nigga mad that I'm sav, tryna threaten me

I be balling, need a espy

That's your girlfriend, she my bestie

If you sayin', let's be honest, girl, then let's be

I'm tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

Yeah, the real thing

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing

She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid

All my boss bitches know I got the bill

Hey, hey

Bad bitches and they want the real thing

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing

She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid

All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)

Brrt, brrtt

Please, order up the jet key (Key)

I just changed my number, you can't call or sext me

Have your location on when you address me

Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey

Ooh, ooh, ooh

All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh

And a lot of bad bitches with no IG

She don't post, so I know she won't expose me

I'm gone stamp every country on your ID

They can't smoke me, you know they tryna find me

When I give that paper to you and it's crispy

And these Benji Franklin's stacked up in your birkey

Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine

How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine

How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

Yeah, the real thing

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing

She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid

All my boss bitches know I got the bill

Hey, hey

Bad bitches and they want the real thing

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing

She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid

All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch

My shit lit than a bitch and I'm rich

Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip

And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit

I ain't even know she was your bitch, dawg

She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg

Steady quarterbacking at the kick off

No pun intended, I just her with the pick

Step up in the mix, shit is lit

I might even stop and pose for a pic

Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah

She don't like that I just pulled up with you

Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it

I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it

She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it

She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

Yeah, the real thing

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing

She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid

All my boss bitches know I got the bill

Hey, hey

Bad bitches and they want the real thing

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing

She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid

All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey