Real Thing

[Verse 1: 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 [Chorus: Tory Lanez] 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 [Verse 2: Future] 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 [Chorus: Tory Lanez] 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 [Verse 3: Tory Lanez] 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 [Chorus: Tory Lanez] 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