Lyrics:

ft. Drake

Gotta get real again, gotta get real again

No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you

I want you to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Light skin got you new, new do
Even look like Lauren London, too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I aint tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I aint give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl, I see you)

Girl, you must be doing magic
Girl, you must be doing magic
Turn fucking you to a habit
I could name a lot of things any other man
Wont do for you, I do for you
When I hit you at your condo real late
You could see the city, you straight
Then cut like kids cake
I got that feeling for you, that feeling that you crave
Each time I do it for you I make that bad pussy behave
Now pop it, bottles, the top is so open
The budget, Im party, so fuck it
The concierge told me my new baby looking like LeToya Luckett
Let my money get older and older and older and older like Regis
And she will not fuck with no broke niggas, no, nigga, only the realest

No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you

I want you to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Light skin got you new, new do
Even look like Lauren London, too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I aint tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I aint give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl, I see you)

Yeah, shout the girls from the east who know whats good with me
Shout the ones from the west know whats good with PND
Stories of you and your girls is all I hear
Who do you fuck in the city when Im not there?
(I owe you time) lets plan something out when I come back from Europe
Swear I'm withholding my urges until you get this one-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric
I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes, Im glad you reminded me, baby
All of these things slip my mind, its been crazy
Bite on your shoulder, I know thats your favorite
Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago
You a freak and your covers blown
How you told me innocent and I told you I never know
Fuck it, girl, Im bout whatever, though
Yeah, I guess a nigga just believe in you
And thats proof for you
Could name a lot of things any other man wont do for you
Ill do it for you, thats real

I want you to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Light skin got you new, new do
Even look like Lauren London, too
I be tripping, but this money ain't
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you're my nigga
I aint tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don't care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I aint give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl, I see you)