[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that a** 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 k** the p**y 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 a** for me on the jet ski
She wanna f** because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I'm tryna f** her twin sister she gon' let me
I can make the p**y squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh** so good she can't forget me
I can't have no bird b**hes disrespect me
When you know I curve b**hes just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a n***a f** her in a fresh tee
A n***a 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 b**hes know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b**hes 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 b**hes know I got the bill, hey
[Verse 2: Future]
f** 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 s**t 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 b**hes 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 n***a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a n***a drinking creatine
Fell in love with a n***a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a n***a 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 b**hes know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b**hes 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 b**hes know I got the bill, hey
[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white b**h
My sh** lit than a b**h and I'm rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my n***as out here lit
I ain't even know she was your b**h, dawg
She been throwing that sh** 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, sh** is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex b**h and she sick, yeah
She don't like that I just pulled up with you
f** it, tell a b**h to bust it
I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-s** me off, then, baby, s-s-s** 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 b**hes know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b**hes 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 b**hes know I got the bill, hey