Real One

[Intro: Tyga & Chris Brown] Yeah, I could give a fuck about ya nigga, baby That nigga weak [Verse 1: Tyga] Aye 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 [Verse 2: Chris Brown] 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 [Pre-Hook: Chris Brown] 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 [Hook: Chris Brown] And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man Cause you over there starin', 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 [Verse 3: Chris Brown] 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 [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Boosie] 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 [Hook] [Outro: Chris Brown] Baby I don't really care if, if you gotta man Cause you over there starin', 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