Real Nigga's Only

[Hook] Now where my bad bitches to help? Baby don’t be scared, shake that ass for the camera Showing he ain’t planned Niggas do it for the real niggas only Can you do it for the real niggas only Cause you’re a bad mama jama Baby don’t be scared, shake that ass for the camera Showing he ain’t planned Bitch you do it for the real niggas only You gotta do it for the real niggas only [Verse 1: Doe B] Real niggas in the building You know how it goes Money falling from the ceiling Bitches on the pole Eenie meenie miney moe How [?] gonna take her home Cause if you a real nigga then you can fuck with your wom Thirty plus on the dough Sinning like a ball player Diamonds around my arm And you know they’re all real Making storm, call here Bad bitches love me Nigga, she say fuck you But she wanna fuck me And this shit must-see You know I made a movie She ain’t wanna turn up The molly made her do it And V.I.P. cut up Under the influence On [?] that you girl nigga’s around the world [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I. ] Looking see you drop that down then lift it up Puss lip telling me peek-a-boo You do it right, might get fifty plus Ya I paint just like one of my feature do You got a nigga thinking about keeping you But I do that ass, I’m leaving you Shit, thoughts can’t be unreasonable I train [?] like clothing seasonable Only need to pull two to three girls. Some convo, and some refer She don’t suck dick, you keep her She eating pussy, we need her Who drinking? Not me sir If you can’t see, I got it G3 her, that’s fly shit She leave you, she on my dick Hold up, stop that drop that pad and drop ten grams around where you standing And my that ass so soft, shit throw me out I can’t understand it I’m a real nigga, fall in line I know how to handle you Can you do it for me like you do it for the camera boo? [Hook] [Verse 3: B.O.B.] Yeah, she a major bet Pop that pussy like I take a set Your momma made it in nine months But I’m going to kill it in a day or less I ain’t got no time to waste I break it down, I don’t break a sweat, your lady next I hit the road for about eighty days Hmm, what’s that eighty checks? They ain’t got no flavour No Genre, that’s my label Rather have a bad bitch with no makeup Than a bad bitch with no paper I wrap it up If she ratchet, I strap it up Like a loaded dock Bitch back it up Bitch so good, she dap me up That bull that’s so stupid But their face ain’t the cutest I don’t call her no stripper She a professional nudist I can tell if it’s real I can tell if it’s fake But you don’t know how to shake that ass? That’s you biggest mistake Bam! [Hook]