That’s Real (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)

(G-G-Give it to me)
(Scott Storch)
All them other girls they ain't the same as me
Simply 'cause there really ain't no tamin' me
Crazy if you think you runnin' game on me
Quick to move around, you know it's up to me
Over bein' dumb it ain't no sonning me
Good by myself, don't need no company
Quick to cut 'em off, you know my time ain't free
I do what I want, ain't no checkin' me
Pull up in that new-new, I be all in the air
Baccarat, it's the fragrance, I come through and they stare
Blasting out the speakers, bump "Awh Yeah" in the rare
Shawty, she a winner, she gon' get it herself
And that's real (And that's real), and that's real (And that's real)
Give a **** (Give a ****), how you feel
You the type to think that I'ma always be here
Never let nobody that can't love me for real
And it's real (Real), and it's real (Real), and it's real (Real)
Yeah
Used to be the girl that sit and cry all night
Then give it to him good to keep him actin' right
They never last long, they tend to mess up your life
I seen that time was tickin' so I took up the price
Daddy taught me better but these boys is a vice
I been hurt before, I should've used the advice
Took a little time to get control of my life
Came up from the trenches, to that girl overnight
Pull up in that new-new, I be all in the air
Baccarat, it's the fragrance, I come through and they stare
Blasting out the speakers, bump "Awh Yeah" in the rare
Shawty, she a winner, she gon' get it herself
And that's real (And that's real), and that's real (And that's real)
Give a **** (Give a ****), how you feel
You the type to think that I'ma always be here
Never let nobody that can't love me for real
I need you to be around me, hell yeah
All they ever wanna do is doubt me, hell yeah
Hoodie on low, like it was cloudy, hell yeah
And some thug niggas be around me, hell yeah
Headshot, put you on a bounty, hell yeah
If you don't want smoke, don't come around me, hell yeah
And I don't wanna have to be in no county
All this water on my neck and wrist, I'm drowning
Don't give me head while it's dark
I wanna see your face, do somethin' nasty, call me papa
Say you got your ways 'til I do magic on you, ta-da
Saint Laurent jeans, okay, you be on fly time
You say you got a man, it's okay, I'll be your side dawg
Come put this whole gang in your mouth, 'til it's gone
And you don't even gotta spit it out, you can swallow
And you don't even gotta spit it out, you can swallow
Baby girl, I dare you, have you playing spin the bottle
Pull up in that new-new, I be all in the air
Baccarat, it's the fragrance, I come through and they stare
Blasting out the speakers, bump "Awh Yeah" in the rare
Shawty, she a winner, she gon' get it herself
And that's real (And that's real), and that's real (And that's real)
Give a **** (Give a ****), how you feel
You the type to think that I'ma always be here
Never let nobody that can't love me for real
(G-G-Give it to me)