Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Robert V Sample
Songwriter
Steven Nathaniel Pugh
Songwriter
Irvin Whitlow
Songwriter
Deshawn Kennedy
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Stephen Hacker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicki Minaj
Co-Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Chinza//Fly
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
On the real, ****, I'm a real ****
I run around with them real ****
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave ****, they get real bitter
On the real, ****, I'm a real ****
I run around with them real ****
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Yo, yo
Roll up on ya
[Verse 1]
Eight mill' on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't fuckin' with you bitch ****, and that's real rap, but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speakin', I'm dumb high
Just heard **** got jokes, it's a matter of time before one die
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all sixes like school's out
**** know if they talk slick, that I'm Winter Fresh, they'll get chewed out
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all sixes like school's out
**** know if they talk slick, that I'm Winter Fresh, they'll get chewed out
This shit ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditch (Uh, uh)
I'm not a regular bitch, so when **** see me, they jump on my dick (Uh)
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me salute her (Uh, uh)
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some **** from Cuba
[Chorus]
On the real, ****, I'm a real ****
I run around with them real ****
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave ****, they get real bitter
On the real, ****, I'm a real ****
I run around with them real ****
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
[Verse 2]
Yo, ask Jay who he married, eighty thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie got 'em aggy
These bitches is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-state
'Cause them boys out and them toys out, still bangin' that noise out
You could get it in the wintertime or that May weather like Floyd's out
'Cause them boys out and them toys out, still bangin' that noise out
You could get it in the wintertime or that May weather like Floyd's out (Uh)
All of these bitches in pocket, I'm 'bout to make a deposit (Uh, uh)
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip, as long your house is the size of my closet (Uh)
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin' they dick sucked (Uh, uh)
These **** don't make a mix-up
Tell 'em **** go step they bricks up
Tell 'em **** go step they bricks up (Tell 'em **** go step they bricks up)
[Chorus]
On the real, ****, I'm a real ****
I run around with them real ****
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave **** they get real bitter
On the real, ****, I'm a real ****
I run around with them real ****
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
[Outro]
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh
Written by: Christian Ward, Deshawn Kennedy, Irvin Whitlow, Onika Maraj, Robert V Sample, Stephen Hacker, Steven Nathaniel Pugh