[Hook]
Now where my bad b**hes to help?
Baby don't be scared, shake that a** for the camera
Showing he ain't planned
n***as do it for the real n***as only
Can you do it for the real n***as only
Cause you're a bad mama jama
Baby don't be scared, shake that a** for the camera
Showing he ain't planned
b**h you do it for the real n***as only
You gotta do it for the real n***as only
[Verse 1: Doe B]
Real n***as in the building
You know how it goes
Money falling from the ceiling
b**hes on the pole
Eenie meenie miney moe
How [?] gonna take her home
Cause if you a real n***a then you can f** with your wom
Thirty plus on the dough
Sinning like a ball player
Diamonds around my arm
And you know they're all real
Making storm, call here
Bad b**hes love me
n***a, she say f** you
But she wanna f** me
And this sh** must-see
You know I made a movie
She ain't wanna turn up
The molly made her do it
And V.I.P. cut up
Under the influence
On [?] that you girl n***a's around the world
[Hook]
[Verse 2: T.I. ]
Looking see you drop that down then lift it up
Puss lip telling me peek-a-boo
You do it right, might get fifty plus
Ya I paint just like one of my feature do
You got a n***a thinking about keeping you
But I do that a**, I'm leaving you
sh**, thoughts can't be unreasonable
I train [?] like clothing seasonable
Only need to pull two to three girls. Some convo, and some refer
She don't s** dick, you keep her
She eating p**y, we need her
Who drinking? Not me sir
If you can't see, I got it
G3 her, that's fly sh**
She leave you, she on my dick
Hold up, stop that drop that pad and drop ten grams around where you standing
And my that a** so soft, sh** throw me out
I can't understand it
I'm a real n***a, fall in line
I know how to handle you
Can you do it for me like you do it for the camera boo?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B.O.B.]
Yeah, she a major bet
Pop that p**y like I take a set
Your momma made it in nine months
But I'm going to k** it in a day or less
I ain't got no time to waste
I break it down, I don't break a sweat, your lady next
I hit the road for about eighty days
Hmm, what's that eighty checks?
They ain't got no flavour
No Genre, that's my label
Rather have a bad b**h with no makeup
Than a bad b**h with no paper
I wrap it up
If she ratchet, I strap it up
Like a loaded dock
b**h back it up
b**h so good, she dap me up
That bull that's so stupid
But their face ain't the cutest
I don't call her no stripper
She a professional nudist
I can tell if it's real
I can tell if it's fake
But you don't know how to shake that a**?
That's you biggest mistake
Bam!
[Hook]