DJ Mustard - Real One lyrics

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DJ Mustard - Real One lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's aka aka aka! Mustard on the Beat Hoe! [Verse 1: AkaFrank] Money fast like a Rari Leave your man, don't be sorry Got a a** like Nick and she think she a Barbie Just say you're coming with Frank My bank straight a complaint She high on my list, but I don't know where she rank I said the head be the greatest, and the p**y a fool She know my rules and principles, I took her to school A real one, a jealous b**h, she a k** one Walk up in the spot like she the owner of the building I hate to hit it and quit it, but I gotta go We vamanos, then stick to adios, then adios She know my name, say my sh** bang like the set [?] coach him up then I jet Sit back, if you make it clap then you'll get these stacks And if you can't, then your a** gotta get back I shine when it's pitch black, better have your b**h back She all on me, don't forget that [Hook: London] Back it up, drop it down on a real one Show me you a real one I got stacks full of cash I can peel on you Show me you a real one You a real one Baby, you a real one You a real one Baby, you a real one [Verse 2: London] Drop it on me Drop that sh** like it's hot like the suvi And the hot boys back in the 90's When we used to freak Ooh, drop it some more Keep dropping it like you're scrubbing the floor Keep dropping it, baby, 'til I get sore And can't take no more Baby, baby don't stop Girl, your body so hot You got me melting on you I feel like spending on you and I don't even trip So baby is it your spot? Or baby is it my spot? Cause you know just what I want and The way you dancing on me, I think we need to dip [Hook: London] [Verse 3: AkaFrank] She like I am so real I'm damn near endangered Talk like I know her, then I am a stranger She smelling money, it's on me and she know that I got it I tell her she is the product, and how we gon' make a profit Top down and she topless Drive her crazy, don't stop it Cause I'm making cash money, all these n***as [?] Running out of options, I pa** her like Stockton Your man like the feds, I know his a** watching I'ma be looking fresh as hell Splashing in Pink Dolphin, ready to set sail Your money looking pale, I'm doper than the scale You knock the hoe down, I post bail Time is money and I know she can tell She got big dreams, she be wishing in the well Get the number, f** might call her [?] Thank you for the night, mine has been to real Get at it [Hook: London 2x]

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