LunchMoney Lewis - Real Thing lyrics

When she walked out the door and
You don't see her no more
You know she found the real thing
When she go like the wind
And never call you again
You know she found the real thing

I'ma laugh with her, I'ma cry with her
Grow old with her, prolly die with her
Getting dressed up, getting fly with her
Take her back home, lay by the fire with her
I'll be touching, I'll be hugging
I'll be kissing out in public
Have amazing conversations and I let
Her pick the subject
Cause she know I got bills
So we born on the budget
Homie I'm in love with her

Ooh, aha, I'm turning your girl to mine
I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning
I'm turning, I'm turning your girl to mine
Ooh, aha, I'm feeling on her behind
I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling
I'm feeling on her behind

She need somebody who gon' treat her right
Give her good loving in the
Middle of the night you had your chance
But you just ain't her type
You know why? She want the real thing

You got dreadlocks, I got a fade man
I'm getting laid man, you getting played fam
I write John Lennons, you got Raybans
I'm a superstar, you a superfan
I got satellite, you got basic cable
When your girl in the car she get iced cable
She keep your hitting them high notes
I might sign her to my record label

(Real thing, real thing)
(Real thing, real thing)
She want the real thing (Real thing)
She want the real thing (Real thing)