Lyrics: Angellika Smith
Music: Jory Grant
This real life ain’t no pretend
We do it all again
I got them bands shorty
Im just tryna see you dance
Ima let it rain on ya
That ass all on my lap
I got a plan for you
Don’t move from out this spot
I gotta keep you close
I look at you just like my Glock
You make that ass drop
Now she clapping with no hands
The way her waist moves
Make me rip the rubber bands
I gotta play it cool
Getting eyes from all her friends
Just some boss moves
This real life ain't no pretend
Top N****s with the top b*****s
Yeah you know how that goes
making all of that doe
She Up and down on that pole
Bring the stacks back to daddy
Way back in the caddy
Had the pimp juice I didn’t know
Many stacks and many dope
She wants all of the rubber bands
In my hand in her hand I’m her plan all along
All of the rubber bands
She thinks I’m tricking what chu thinking
B***h just come and get this d**k in
Too much for the 2 phones
Don’t care bout who home
Wanna see me get a drone
Making moves off the iPhone
Wanna play with me get along
Tag team
Shorty wanna get it in
Bag bean
Back and forth we discussing
B*****s love to get to fussing
In the room still arguing
On your back still ****ing
Get the pack get it gone
She said baby you strong
No I never leave you alone
Like theses Tatts on my arm
She wants all of the rubber bands
In my hand in her hand I’m her plan all along
All of the rubber bands
She thinks I’m tricking whatchu thinking
B***h just come and get this d**k in
You make that ass drop
Now she clapping with no hands
The way her waist moves
Make me rip the rubber bands
I gotta play cool
I’m Getting eyes from all her friends
Just some boss moves
This real life aint no pretend
Top N****s with the top b*****s
Yeah you know how that goes
Top N****s with the top b*****s
Yeah you know how that goes