She Will

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]

I told her, go go pop that pussy get my dick wetter

All the hoes think I’m hot shit so they pissed at her

Niggas show envy but that don’t offend me

I wanna go to heaven where the angels free of sin be

They saying that I’m surrounded by the devils that’s within me

They say cash make you change, but that ain’t no epiphany

Cause I would say the same, dead faces making sense to me

Life moving fast so I’m quickly making history

I’m bullshit proof, if I kick it this shit’s truth

Like I’m stepping on the five, cause Abe Lincoln never lie

It’s such a crazy world you just somebody baby girl

What goes up must come down, look at that paper girl

I keep getting higher though, top kinda quitet though

Trigger man eating all you niggas on a diet ho

Hot a grip on the game make me beat you with these pliers

I put her body to work and she do whatever’s required

[Chorus: Drake, Trey Songz]

She just started to pop it for a nigga

And look back and tell me baby, its real

And I say I ain't doubt you for a second

I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

And she bad, so maybe she won’t

Uh, but shit then again maybe she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will

Do it for the realest niggas in the fucking game right now, she will

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

She will cause I’m one of those, what you wanna know?

I told her, go go make that pussy splash

Nah, never did the dougie but I do that make your pussy dance

I’m the truth bitch, haters telling lies

They know I’m the shit and they be on it like some flies

I tell them get a life but they so concerned with mine

Ah, and bitches fighting is the last thing on my mind

This money mountain watch how fast a nigga climb

Like the hands on the Rollie, I’m just passing through the time

(You're nobody) 'til the paparazzi spot you

And shot you … when the crib is colossal

Put my cheese and my lettuce over the beef like a taco

You niggers sweeter than syrup circle of squares like a waffle

Want a picture I got you but baby listen not now

Bitches keep they bottoms up cause I keep my top down

Flow’s overload like I keep them stock pilled

And it’s money over hoes, so I tell them squat down, now

[Chorus: Drake, Trey Songz]

She just started to pop it for a n***a

And look back and tell me baby, its real

And I say I ain't doubt you for a second

I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel

I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal

And she bad, so maybe she won’t

Uh, but shit then again maybe she will

Do it for the realest n****s in the fucking game right now, she will

Do it for the realest n****s in the fucking game right now, she will

Maybe for the money and the power and fame right now, she will

Do it for the realest n****s in the fucking game right now, she wil

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]

Its ignorance that won’t allow, the listeners

They listen when the blistering the whispers

Do nothing to my significance

Competition non-existent, less I’m the mirror then

I’m kinda scared of him, tell myself beware of him

Meet my money on the double like it was a pair of them

You niggas fucking joking right? You niggas smoking

Like your favorite rapper saying some thought provoking

Cadence and lyric is dope but it just be fucking boastin'

You talking about some real shit you must be fucking broke

Or wanna be fucking broke

Radio ain’t gonna play that shit

They gonna play that hit, I don’t give a fuck what you say

That neo-soul ain’t gonna pay, hey

Truthfully I wanna be conscious as Marv' Gaye

But I feed a lot of people, yeah they eating entree

Money turn boys to men like Wanya

Well at least this other niggas hold up wait Who yall talkin to?