Lyrics: Christian Ward/Jermaine Coleman
Music: Christian Ward
Oh, na, na, na
Oh, na, na, na, na, na
Tryna make you the one for me Anything that you like, you can get it
Tryna show you the finer things, baby Change how you're livin
I know that they always say something But if it's any girl, all I'm wantin'
You're the one for me, baby And I swear that she's the realest
Yeah, yeah, street baby, you a beast baby
Tryna slide in the middle, can we meet, baby?
Beach house, we done upgrade it
Need your hair, wet and wavy when we sex, baby
Courtside, when the heat playin'
YSL and Chanel who your stylist?
Light skin, red hair, pussy tight
When I'm in it, I be locked in
You in the gym, baby, I see you flexin'
I'm tryna lift you, come get these reps in
Yeah, baby, you too damn fine
So why we keep wasin' time?
Tryna make you the one for me Anything that you like, you can get it
Tryna show you the finer things, baby Change how you're livin'
I know that they always say something But if it's any girl, all I'm wantin'
You're the one for me, baby And I swear that she's the realest
Are you the one that's gon' have me in my feelings?
Are you the one that snatch my soul, leave me stressin'?
Are you the one gon' have my hoes, angry and jealous?
You the one know all my sins, are you my blessing?
Or you might be the one to retire me from a player
Vet in the game, been ballin', I'm a Laker
Court side where we high five with the players
We takin' pictures, baby, wave at the haiters
Packed up, flight just landed, hop in a black truck
Picture you in a white gown, I'm in a black truck
That's us, makin' movies in a hotel
We doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well
Tryna make you the one for me Anything that you like, you can get it
Tryna show you the finer things, baby Change how you're livin'
I know that they always say something But if it's any girl, all I'm wantin'
You're the one for me, baby And I swear that she's the realest
The maestro
You're the realest
You the realest, you the realest, you the realest