From day one, told you I ain't the one you wanna play wit'
I ain't the one that's gon' sit back and never say shit
I know you got a lot of niggas in the bleachers tryna take my play, oh
I'm the only one, bitch, you betta let 'em know
And if I want that pussy from you, better let it go
And, yeah, I fuck wit' you, that's why I keep your wrist on froze
Yeah, I fuck wit' you, then why you act like you don't know, yeah

Shit, called you three-four times, you don't pay no mind
Text you wit' that message, you ain't get the message
When you go in silence I get worried
Pull up on the baby in a hurry, yeah
Sit that booty on a night stand
What you talkin' 'bout? I know you like that
And I'ma tell you when it's over
Oh, yeah, you know she a soldier

Girl, it's a real love
Girl, it's a real love
Ayy, now put your legs up (legs up)
I got her legs up
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh

You got me in love with the way
In love with the way you say my name, oh
I could stay in it for days
The way that I feel it ain't gon' change, oh
Girl, you got that candy, I'ma crush that thing all night
I'ma old school nigga, so I keep the E&J on ice
Really think that you the one, so baby, you ain't gotta run
'Cause I need a real love

Girl, it's a real love (real love, hey, hey)
Girl, it's a real love (real love, no)
Ayy, now put your legs up (legs up, oh, yeah)
I got her legs up (legs up)
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh

Baby, real talk (real talk)
I'm still trippin' off the last time (last time)
When we played out your fantasies
I kiss you in places you ain't know I could find (no)
You feel that shit in every stroke
When I hit your soul
Watch your waters flow
Leave you wanting more
Lick you, head to toe
Baby, nice and slow
So, can you let me know how you feel? (Oh, baby it's a)

Girl, it's a real love (real love, real love, oh)
Girl, it's a real love (real love, real love, real love, yeah)
Ayy, now put your legs up (legs up, ooh-)
I got her legs up (legs up)
And now she don't wanna leave
Now she don't wanna leave, oh

Hit you nineteen times, ain't get no reply (now she don't wanna leave, now she don't wanna leave)
You know that you fuck wit' me, girl, I'm your type
Give you all my love and never tell no lies
I'll never tell
Girl, I know how you want it (you want it)
Wake up in it in the morning

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jacob Latimore, Olurotimi Akinosho, Trevor Jackson