conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Real One with the following description: “Real One” is a braggadocious club track that sees Chris boast about attracting women who want to upgrade from their current man to a “real one.” Chris also throws shade at his girl’s current boyfriend, calling him “weak” and “lame.”
  Tyga’s verse continues the sexual theme of the album’s preceeding track and finds him bragging about his body count. In Boosie Badazz’s verse, he compares himself to his girl’s current man, flaunting his wealth and the life he can provide for her.
  “Real One” marks Boosie’s first collaboration with both Chris and Tyga. Chris and Boosie would later release “She Don’t Love Me” in May 2015, and Boosie assisted on  Tyga’s June 2015 track, “Pleazer.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Part I: Real One
  [Intro: Tyga & 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  Yeah
  I could give a fuck about your nigga, baby
  (
  D.A. on the track
  )
  Ha!
  That nigga weak
  [Verse 1: Tyga]
  Ha!
  Ayy, baby, you baby
  That's some good pussy, we can make a new baby
  F-Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room, baby
  I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth, baby (Mm)
  Dick game proper, got a lot of bodies
  And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
  Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
  T-Raww, whip out, tap out
  [Verse 2: Chris Brown, 
  Tyga
  , 
  Chris Brown & Tyga
  ]
  I got 'em all
   hooked like drugs (
  Ha!
  )
  And all them tryna fuck with a young nigga (
  Yeah
  )
  Pulled up to the club like what
  Straight to V.I.P
  Double cup it
  I stay too turned up 'cause we poppin' bottles in here
  Baby, I'm just tryna party
  Yeah, 'cause I'm the man of the year [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
  I'm tryna get a little buzz
  Party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money
  Hope I get fucked up
  I see your girl lookin' over at me
  She wanna turn up
  I can tell by the look in her face
  That she ain't happy with you, nigga
  And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  And I don't
  I don't really care if
  (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
  If you got a man
  (That nigga weak)
  'Cause you over there starin'
  (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
  At me, at me, yeah
  I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
  Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
  You want a real one, yeah
  You want a real one (Real one)
  [Verse 3: Chris Brown]
  Girl, I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
  'Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
  A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'ma pay it
  Girl, the party's jumpin'
  DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh, yeah
  Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
  I'm at the top, I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
  Girl, you givin' me the screw face
  I know them bitches hatin' on you, yeah, they two-faced
  I know he told you not to drink, but what do you say?
  I know he tryna lock you down like me and Boosie
  Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
  Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
  I'm with this shit and you love it
  Gon' and twerk somethin' for me [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
  I'm tryna get a little buzz (Little buzz)
  Party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money
  Hope I get fucked up (Ooh, yeah)
  I see your girl lookin' over at me
  She wanna turn up (Wanna turn up)
  I can tell by the look in her face
  That she ain't happy with you, nigga
  And I can bet that I'm gon' get her (Ayy)
  [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Boosie Badazz
  ]
  And I don't (I don't)
  I don't really care if (Care if)
  (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
  If you got a man (Hey)
  (That nigga weak)
  'Cause you over there starin' (What you lookin' at?)
  (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
  At me, at me, yeah
  I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
  Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
  You want a real one (You), yeah (
  Boosie Badazz
  )
  You want a real one  (Real one, 
  turn, turn, turn
  )
  [Verse 4: Boosie Badazz]
  Turn up, stop stuntin' that nigga (Huh, bro)
  We straight, I got more money than that nigga (Aw, bro)
  She ain't loyal 'cause he ain't me
  Go to jail, she gon' leave you like them girls did me (Oh, Lord)
  She want a real one, oh, she want somethin'
  Look at all this money over here, she want some
  She ain't thirsty (She ain't even thirsty)
  But when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses (Oh)
  Scorpio sex, girl, my tongue on her (Oh)
  Meet me all day, we just press record
  Ten mill', two months, God bless me, girl (God bless me, girl)
  You over there starin', next to me, girl (Haha)
  Them hotties is flockin', it's three in the mornin' (Turn up)
  Them bottles is poppin', she's feelin' the moment (Turn up)
  She got a man, I ain't worried 'bout that (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
  Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect (Girl) [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  And I don't
  I don't really care if
  (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
  If you got a man
  (That nigga weak)
  'Cause you over there starin' (What you lookin' at?)
  (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
  At me, at me, yeah (Hey, yeah)
  I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
  Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah
  You want a real one, yeah
  You want a real one (Real one)
  [Outro: Chris Brown]
  Baby, I don't really care if
  (I don't care about your nigga, baby)
  If you got a man
  (That nigga weak)
  'Cause you over there starin'
  (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby)
  At me, at me, yeah
  I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
  I bet you want a real one
  You want a real one
  You want a real one
  [Part II: Skit]
  [Tyga]
  Hello?
  [Chris Brown]
  Wassup, nigga?
  [Tyga]
  What up, nigga? I'm high as a motherfucker
  [Chris Brown]
  Shit, me too. I'm on there watchin' 
  National Geographic
  , nigga. They got some motherfuckin' whales, fuckin' on this shit. What the fuck?
  [Tyga]
  Hahaha. Sounds interesting
  [Chris Brown]
  Hahaha, man
  [Tyga]
  I got these dope two birds in my house right now
  [Chris Brown]
  Oh! The bag, the bag, the bag!
  [Tyga]
  Hahaha, you know, thotaronies
  [Chris Brown]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alright, man, um
  [Tyga]
  Ayy, nigga, let's throw a party or somethin', I'm bored as shit
  [Chris Brown]
  Shit, I'm with it. Ayy, I'ma call some bitches up. You got some weed?
  [Tyga]
  Yeah, I'ma call the weed