Hustle Gang - Real n***a's Only lyrics

(performed by Doe B, B.o.B & T.I.) [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 [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] [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] [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]