Lyrics: Tramaine Winfrey/Jeremy Phillip Felton/Marcus White/Jason Martin/Phil Cornish Writer/Marcos Palacios
Music: Tramaine Winfrey/Jeremy Phillip Felton/Marcus White/Jason Martin/Phil Cornish Writer/Marcos Palacios
If I, if I cheat, you know what I'm saying?
But I don't love that, that woman
But then you cheat to teach me a lesson
You ****ed up, and this whole shit is over
This is the part when I roll my weed
When I roll my
I damn near set your mother****in' mic on fire
(I'm glad I can smoke)
Ayy, mother****in', mother****in', mother****in' real, yeah
Let's talk about some real shit
(Real)
You talk about you and I talk about me
(You talk about you and I talk about me)
Baby girl, baby girl, let's talk about some real shit (Real shit)
(Right now)
Just give me transparency
(Give me transparent)
Transparent, transparency
*****, don't lie to me
(Yeah, don't lie to me)
You ain't gotta to a nigga like me (Baller)
To a nigga like me
Don't lie to a nigga, don't lie to a nigga
Young nigga like me
To a nigga like me
To a nigga like me
Don't lie to a—
Baby, let me holler at you eye to eye
Why you wan' whine? Sip the wine, wine
Why you trippin' when it's just some cake?
Why you lovin', baby, 'cause the love we make
Maybe I'm in love with your sound (Maybe)
I ain't never had 'em your kind (Maybe)
I'ma have to get you Pappadeaux (Maybe)
Diamond, put your legs up, it's all mine
Yeah, see, going all up at your table
Heard his best friend was your neighbor
Blame it on me talking 'bout a side chick
But you the only one that's right beside me
No,I ain't worried 'bout those dudes (Damn)
******* hating, wanna be in your shoes (Be in your shoes)
I just want it with you, honey, on the daily
Know you're rocking with me if you're my baby
Let's talk about some real shit
You talk about you and I talk about me
(Talk about you and I talk about me)
Baby girl, baby girl, let's talk about some real shit (Real shit, ayy)
Just give me transparency
Transparent, transparency
*****, don't lie to me
Don't just try and tell me anything, mama, no, don't you do that
Telling stories, pissing me off, why would you do that?
I know you wanna hold on tight, I'm letting go
'Cause I just wanna see my son, nothing more (More)
The situation ain't that hard, let's keep it basic
Twenty-twenty vision, now I got that Lasik
Pull-out game too weak, I should've paced it
Or run up to the top of the mountain and let you taste it
But it's all in the past now
Look at you, you cashed out (You did)
All your friends would love to be you (Ugh)
Making drama look so beautiful
Our baby's finna grow up one day
And know who's to blame
You still love a nigga, I know
But that no reason to have me blocked on your phone
Let's talk about some real shit (Real shit)
You talk about you and I talk about me
(You talk about you and I talk about me)
Let's talk about some real shit (Real shit, real shit)
Just give me transparency
Transparent, transparency
*****, don't lie to me
You ain't gotta to a nigga like me (To a nigga, to a nigga like me, baller)
To a nigga like me
Don't lie to a nigga, don't lie to a nigga (No, you ain't gotta lie just to kick it, baby)
With somebody like me
To a nigga like me (Somebody like me)
To a nigga like me (Somebody like)