Real Talk

Do I know your friend who? At a club?

Who was there? Girl, I wouldn't

Wait a minute, calm down, I was at a club with who?

Get tha fuck, man, you know what?

Girl, I'm not about to sit up here and argue with you

About who's to blame or call no names, real talk

See girl, only thing I'm tryin' to establish with you is not

Who's right or who's wrong

But what's right and what's wrong, real talk

Just because your friend say

She saw me at a club with some other bitches

Sittin' in VIP, smokin' and drinkin'

And kickin' it, tell me, girl

Did she say there were other guys there?

Did she say there were other guys there?

Were there other guys there? Well, tell me this

How the fuck she knew I was with them other girls then

When the whole club packed?

Wait a minute, let me finish what I've got to say

I've been with you five years

And you listenin' to your motherfuckin' girlfriends

I don't know why you fuck with them old jealous

No man havin' ass hoes anyway, real talk

Alway accusin' me of some old bullshit

When I'm just tryin' to have a good time

Robert, you did this, Kells, I heard you did that

Don't you think I got enough bullshit on my mind, real talk

Hold, hold up

Didn't I just give you money to go get your hair

Toes and nails done the other day, hmm?

Yeah, your ass was smilin' then, real talk

Gave who some damn money?

I ain't gave nobody no damn money, girl, is you tweakin'?

You see what your problem is

You're always runnin' off at the mouth

Tellin' your girls your motherfuckin' business

When they don't eat with us, they don't sleep with us

Besides, what they eat don't make us shit, real talk

You called my momma's house and what?

Girl, my momma ain't gotta screen no calls for me, real talk

And watch your mouth, fuck me? Girl, fuck you!

I don't give a fuck about what you're talkin' about

I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm comin' home

And gettin' my shit and gettin' the fuck up outta Dodge

You ain't gotta worry about me no more

And the next time your ass get horny

Go fuck one of your funky ass friends

Hell yeah, you probably already doin' that shit anyway

You gonna burn what?

Bitch, I wish you would burn my motherfuckin' clothes

With your triflin' ass, Milton, you bogus girl, Milton

Start your car, warm it up and get ready to take me home

This bitch done lost her motherfuckin' mind