(808 Mafia)
(Baby)
(Oh, oh oh)
(Baby)

Real good, real crime, real time (yeah)
But it's real love, real fun, real love
Real hurt, real wild, real loud (yeah)
But it's real good (yeah), real, real, real love, yeah

Let me be your getaway (yeah)
Feel like a dream but we still awake (yeah)
Never got to say what you wanna do and where you want it at (good)
I was finna do it anyway, I'm on the way
Rich sex, penthouse, top floor, me
With me, with me
You know you my personal, do it all versatile
Ring around the rosy, now we goin' circular
Love it when she tell me I'm her daddy, like I birthed her
Make me make a song about it, eight bar verse, uh
Twerk, she me, got her talkin' like a nigga
Look like somebody drew her, got the perfect figure
Havin' a attitude mean you really wanna beef up
Talkin' shit through the phone when I pull up and I freeze up
(Baby, yeah it ain't right)
It feel too good to be wrong
(Baby, I know)
It's real love when you fallin' asleep on the phone
(Aw yeah)
It blow my mind 'cause I'm gone but still hearin' you moan
(Yeah, yeah)
Got me where you want me, I can't leave you alone (yeah)

Real good, real crime, real time (yeah)
But it's real love, real fun, real love
Real hurt, real wild, real loud (yeah)
But it's real good (yeah), real, real, real love, yeah

Why you sittin' way over there? Slide closer
Good girl but you the baddest, bipolar
Knew what you was ready to do on the ride over
She know I'm the high, so she waited and came sober
Moanin' so loud, make the neighbors wanna vacate
Did some real pressure on my plan, I don't play-play
Long stroke her slow and then fast, straight A
Next time bring another bitch, three-way
She prefer me raw but I ain't shootin' up the club
If I hit it missionary then you know it's real love
Like it when I'm rough, want aggression from a thug
Came from the bottom 'cause we started on the rug
I can't beat around the bush, gotta tell her how it is
Keep it one K, show me who you really is
Lockin' up when I hit that spot that's right between your ribs
From the back, got you bustin' back-to-back like hollow tips
Brrt, brrt

Real good, real crime, real time (yeah)
But it's real love, real fun, real love
Real hurt, real wild, real loud (yeah)
But it's real good (yeah), real, real, real love, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White Jr., Eduardo Earle, Kendricke Brown, Summer Walker