Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
T.Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Minus
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Elizabeth Gallardo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer
Letra
[Intro]
IV
Ahem
[Verse 1]
I tell her, "Now, gone pop that pussy for a real ****"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
**** is jealous, but really, I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I'm weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch, well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention, but attention paid me
Haters can't see me, nosebleed seats
And today, I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now, jump up on that dick and do a full split
[Chorus]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a ****
And look back and told me, "Baby, it's real"
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second"
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere
But here, baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will
[Chorus]
Yeah, do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I tell her, "Now, gon' pop that pussy for me"
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her till she cry, call that whine and dine
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses
They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took its mask off
Now, I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face south and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now, hop up on that dick and do a full split
[Chorus]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a ****
And look back and told me, "Baby, it's real"
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second"
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere
But here, baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will
[Chorus]
Yeah, do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will
[Chorus]
Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy
Uh, she just started to pop it for a ****
And look back and told me, "Baby, it's real"
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere
But here, baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will
[Chorus]
Yeah, do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will, uh
Do it for the realest **** in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will
[Outro]
I think I love her
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, D. Carter, Lil Wayne, Tyler Williams