Tory Lanez - Real Thing

                [Intro]
Gm C

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
 Cm                                 Bb
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
             Cm
She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)
          Gm
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
            Cm
And that's why none of mine can regret me
    Gm
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
           Cm
Throw the cash up high, it's all there, yeah
Eb
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
           Bb
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
       Eb                             Bb
I would hit it out in public if she let me
            F
I'm tryna fuck her twin sister she gon' let me
       Gm
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can't forget me
         Bb
I can't have no bird bitches disrespect me
          F                             Bb
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
Gm                              Bb
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
Gm
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
          Cm
A nigga mad that I'm sav, tryna threaten me
Bb
I be balling, need a espy
That's your girlfriend, she my bestie
        Cm
If you sayin', let's be honest, girl, then let's be
            F                           Cm
I'm tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Gm
Yeah, the real thing
Cm
I don't wanna Do it if it's not the real thing
Gm
She don't wanna Do it if you ain't got the bill paid
Cm
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Gm
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
Cm
I don't wanna Do it if it's not the real thing
Gm
She don't wanna Do it if you ain't got the bill paid
Cm                                  Eb
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
F                            Eb
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Bb
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
F                                     Bb
I just changed my number, you can't call or sext me
F                       Bb
Have your location on when you address me
Eb
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Bb
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
Eb                                Bb
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
                                      Cm
She don't post, so I know she won't expose me
Gm                                   Bb
I'm gone stamp every country on your ID
             F                             Cm
They can't smoke me, you know they tryna find me
Bb
When I give that paper to you and it's crispy
                                                F
And these Benji Franklin's stacked up in your birkey
Gm                                 Bb
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Gm                                     Bb
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
                                       Gm
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Gm
Yeah, the real thing
Cm
I don't wanna Do it if it's not the real thing
Gm
She don't wanna Do it if you ain't got the bill paid
Cm
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Eb
Hey, hey
Gm
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
Cm
I don't wanna Do it if it's not the real thing
Gm
She don't wanna Do it if you ain't got the bill paid
Cm                                   Eb
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
Bb
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I'm rich
Eb     Bb                       F
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
                          Bb
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain't even know she was your bitch, dawg
Gm                                    Eb
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Bb
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
           Cm
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Bb                           F
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
Cm                                 F
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
Cm                          Eb
She don't like that I just pulled up with you
Gm
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
                                     Cm
I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
                                           F
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
                                        Gm
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Gm
Yeah, the real thing
Cm
I don't wanna Do it if it's not the real thing
Gm
She don't wanna Do it if you ain't got the bill paid
Cm                                 Eb
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Gm
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
Cm
I don't wanna Do it if it's not the real thing
Gm
She don't wanna Do it if you ain't got the bill paid
Cm
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey