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

(G-G-Give it to me)
(Scott Storch)
All them other girls they aint the same as me
Simply cause there really aint no tamin me
Crazy if you think you runnin game on me
Quick to move around, you know its up to me
Over bein dumb it aint no sonning me
Good by myself, dont need no company
Quick to cut em off, you know my time aint free
I do what I want, aint no checkin me
Pull up in that new-new, I be all in the air
Baccarat, its 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 thats real (And thats real), and thats real (And thats real)
Give a **** (Give a ****), how you feel
You the type to think that Ima always be here
Never let nobody that cant love me for real
And its real ( Real), and its real (Real), and its 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 shouldve 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, its 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 thats real (And thats real), and thats real (And thats real)
Give a **** (Give a ****), how you feel
You the type to think that Ima always be here
Never let nobody that cant 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 dont want smoke, dont come around me, hell yeah
And I dont wanna have to be in no county
All this water on my neck and wrist, Im drowning
Dont give me head while its 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, its okay, Ill be your side dawg
Come put this whole gang in your mouth, til its gone
And you dont even gotta spit it out, you can swallow
And you dont 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, its 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 thats real (And thats real), and thats real (And thats real)
Give a **** (Give a ****), how you feel
You the type to think that Ima always be here
Never let nobody that cant love me for real
(G-G-Give it to me)