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Part I: Real One

[Intro: Tyga & Chris Brown]
Yeah
I could give a fuck about your nigga, baby
(D.A. on the track)
Ha!
That nigga weak

[Verse 1: Tyga]
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

[Verse 2: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs (Ha!)
And all them tryna fuck with a young nigga (Yeah)
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
[Pre-Chorus: 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

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And I don't
I don't really care if
(I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you got a 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)

[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'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' on 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 somethin' for me
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
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)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Boosie Badazz]
And I don't (I don't)
I don't really care if (Care if)
(I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you got a man (Hey)
(That nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (What you lookin' at?)
(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 (Boosie Badazz)
You want a real one (Real one, turn, turn, turn)

[Verse 4: Boosie Badazz]
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, oh, she want somethin'
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', 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 bottles is poppin', she's feelin' the moment (Turn up)
She got a man, I ain't worried 'bout that (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect (Girl)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And I don't
I don't really care if
(I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you got a man
(That nigga weak)
'Cause you over there starin' (What you lookin' at?)
(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)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Baby, I don't really care if
(I don't care about your nigga, baby)
If you got a 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

[Part II: Skit]

[Tyga]
Hello?

[Chris Brown]
Wassup, nigga?

[Tyga]
What up, nigga? I'm high as a motherfucker

[Chris Brown]
Shit, me too. I'm on there watchin' National Geographic, nigga. They got some motherfuckin' whales, fuckin' on this shit. What the fuck?

[Tyga]
Hahaha. Sounds interesting

[Chris Brown]
Hahaha, man

[Tyga]
I got these dope two birds in my house right now

[Chris Brown]
Oh! The bag, the bag, the bag!

[Tyga]
Hahaha, you know, thotaronies

[Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright, man, um

[Tyga]
Ayy, nigga, let's throw a party or somethin', I'm bored as shit

[Chris Brown]
Shit, I'm with it. Ayy, I'ma call some bitches up. You got some weed?

[Tyga]
Yeah, I'ma call the weed