Artist: Tyga & Chris Brown f/ Boosie Badazz Album: Fan of a Fan: The Album Song: Real One Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Chris Brown] Could give a fuck about ya nigga, baby! {"D.A. on the track"} That nigga WEAK~! [Tyga] Yeah... AAH~! 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 Hmm, 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 [Chris Brown] I got 'em all hooked like drugs And all them tryin' to 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 tryin' to party, yeah Cause I'm the man of the year [Interlude: Chris Brown] I'm tryin' to 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 [Chorus: Chris Brown] I don't really care if (I don't care about yo nigga baby!) If you got a man, yeah (That nigga WEAK~!) You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga baby!) At me, at me, yeah 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 [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' you, yeah they two-faced I know he told you not to drink but what do you say? I know he tryin' to 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 Go on and twerk some for me [Interlude] + [Chorus] [Boosie Badazz] Boosie Badazz Turn, turn, turn, turn up, stop stuntin' that nigga (huh, bruh) We straight, I got more money than that nigga (huh, bruh) 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 somethin' Look at all this money over here, she want somethin' She ain't thirsty (she ain't thirsty) But when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses (oh!) Scorpio says girl my tongue on her (oh!) Meet me all day we just press record Ten million 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 Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect [Chorus] - 2X