conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Thought It with the following description: Teaming up with Ty Dolla $ign and Joe Moses,
  Wale created a great, fun, bouncing song about how a girl bought it even though she thought it was real. “Thought It” serves as the fourth track on Wale’s mixtape Summer on Sunset. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Wale]
  You got the game all the way fucked up, homes
  [Verse 1: Wale]
  You chillin' with a tilley, feelin' better
  Come up in my city we can see who really spillin’
  See who really got it, I’m livin’ quite different
  Cause ain’t nobody chillin’ till I’m getting fifty million
  Grew up with some chimps, grew up with gorillas
  Blew up in this music she couldn’t tell the difference
  Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
  Oops some molly on her, somebody tell her she trippin’
  Oops I might get her, oops I might get her
  So tell if she celibate, why am I buying her dinner?
  Bitch you playing bad, hit the ass with the “thought it”
  Fakin' with the bag and you mans nigga, thought it
  Nigga, shit, really? You ain’t bought it? Nigga, thought it
  I see how I call it then record it nigga, nigga, thought it
  [Pre-Chorus: Joe Moses]
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & 
  Wale
  ]
  Woah, I know you see it
  Throw it, throw it, throw it
   Ohh, ohh
  I know you see it
  Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
  You know you see it
  Throw it, throw it, throw it
   Ohh, ohh
  I know you see it
  Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it [Verse 2: Wale]
  Clearly I’m a genius, well let her bother me then
  Sold more arenas than Balenciaga this season
  It's not a problem either, got all the Riccardo Tisci
  It's not a problem either, Gallardo got all the feature
  Vroom on a nigga, skrt on them hoes
  Got a lot of fools, I ain’t worried ‘bout them, no
  Every blue moon plus that double Lamb blue
  Coming out the booth still smelling like boof, true
  And everything cool, Instagram bitches always shy and playing cute
  You know what hoes be like? The hoes be like
  I’m like: “Hoe, shut up. You like the hoes we like”
  Fake bag, fake shoes when you bought it
  Faking like they bad but I’m saying “you a thottie”
  And everything rented, she ain’t bought it, nigga, thought it
  I see it how I call it, then record it, then you got it, thought it
  [Pre-Chorus: Joe Moses]
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  We don’t believe you (We don’t believe you)
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & 
  Wale
  ]
  Woah, I know you see it
  Throw it, throw it, throw it,
   ohh, ohh
  I know you see it
  Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it
  You know you see it
  Throw it, throw it, throw it,
   ohh, ohh
  I know you see it
  Big shit, real shit, throw it, nigga throw it [Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
  Pull up, bet you thought I wouldn’t
  Twenty bottles, bet you thought I wouldn’t
  Took your bitch, bet you thought I wouldn’t
  Woah, I know you see it