"REAL 1" lyrics

(Quincy Tellem)

I'm patient, I'm cookin', can't cater for you
These diamonds all on me, I'm drownin' for you
Buyin' that Birki', that Kelly for you
Workin', I'm stackin', I'm splashin' for you
Tell me, you gonna pop that pussy for a real one? (Pop that pussy for a real one)
Tell me, are you gonna pop that pussy for a real one? (Pop that pussy for a real one)

At the strip club with 20 women
And the only women I can think about fucking's really you (only you)
If I didn't have no diamonds or no rackies in my pocket
That might change how you look at me
But it won't change my fucking point of view
I like the way you say my name, I'll give you my last one (yeah)
You were never starstruck, like you even more now
'Cause you don't go to Starbucks
I might get you knocked up
I might leave the trap for you, tired of all these hard drugs
I might take the mask off, ride off into sunsets
'Cause when I die there's no fucking bunk-beds
My shooters they just dump lead (dump)
I can't be bothered for these problems (I can't be bothered for these problems)
Uh, baby, I'm tired of all the roses (baby, I'm tired of all the roses)
Baby, I'm tired of all the nonsense
And bloodshed and drug deals and lost friends
I need you and just you, I'm in awe, you undress
I zone out like, "What's this?" (Like, "What's this?" Like, "What's this?")

I'm patient, I'm cookin', can't cater for you
These diamonds all on me, I'm drownin' for you
Buyin' that Birki', that Kelly for you
Workin', I'm stackin', I'm splashin' for you
Tell me (tell me), you gonna pop that pussy for a real one? (Real one)
Tell me, are you gonna pop that pussy for a real one?