Real Thing Lyrics - Tory Lanez

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 

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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