[Mila J]
Other n***as can't do what you do, real n***as make it do what it do

[Verse 1: Issa]
Aye, hold up
I'm bout to have a blessed day, I just woke up to a goddess
I'm the realest n***a that you ever met, baby girl I'm being modest
Take off your clothes, don't say a word
Bitches gone talk, but fuck what you heard (fuck what you heard)
And I been under the influence lately, so excuse me my words kind of slurred
Say she love [who I am with my biz?], keep calling me daddy gone have all of my kids
I got to hit the road, and get back to the money, but when I come back home you know what it is (you know)
When I get back to the crib, I promote that pussy, so bring it to me
Loving the way that she moaning, she get on that mic and she sing it to me, can't do it like me

[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Other n***as can't do what you do, n***a can't do it like me
Real n***as make it do what it do, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, like me, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Other n***as can't do what you do, real n***as make it do what it do

[Verse 2: Issa]
Wait, you ain't even got to ask it
Ima leave that pussy soaking
It's bout to be a closed casket, soon as I get them legs open
Pulling your hair, biting your lip, she told me to swim so I took a dip
Plus I say my grace, then I have a taste, put it on my plate, it won't go to waste
I promise...ima...give it to you till I'm tired
If you by my side, I ain't never lying, talking all that freaky shit, you fucking with my pride
Hey, when I get back to the crib, I promote that pussy, so bring it to me
Loving the way that she moaning, she get on that mic and she sing it to me, can't do it like me
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Other n***as can't do what you do, n***a can't do it like me
Real n***as make it do what it do, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, Like me, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a hit the pussy how I hit it, and can't no other n***a gone and get it how I get it
Can't no other n***a do it like you, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Can't no other n***a do it like you, Like me, can't no other n***a do it like you, n***a can't do it like me
Other n***as can't do what you do, real n***as make it do what it do

...Other n***as can't do what you do, yeah n***a, real n***as make it do what it do, Yeah n***a
Other n***as can't do what you do, yeah n***a, fuck n***a

[Verse 3: Issa]
Hey, fuck them other n***as, girl ride for me
Got a bunch of bad bitches outside for me
Got a bunch of real n***as that'll die for me
No playground but I bet they slide for me
Like a linebacker, she gone take the charge for me
Cause she a real bitch, and that ain't hard to see
Put designer clothes on her, just to get her naked
Ain't no need to fix the shit if ain't nobody break it
If she throw it back at me, then she know that ima take it
N***a shooting shots at me, but he n***a [ain't never?] make it
N***a said I wouldn't make it, fuck that I'm back at it
All I spit is dope, n***a fan a crack addict
[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
Yeah n***a, fuck n***a
Yeah n***a, fuck n***a
Yeah n***a, sippin' on goose so you better duck n***a
Yeah n***a, fuck n***a
Fuck n***a, running out of luck n***a
Yeah n***a, fuck n***a

[Verse 4: Issa]
Even back then ain't nobody rap better
Look now muthafucker I don got better
I can spell it out with mufuckin one letter
Never been a rat, but a n***a chase cheddar
I can talk in 3rd person, n***a he said it
Ho get ahead of yourself and get beheaded
That's cut off, now my own n***as getting cut off
N***as wasn't round when my lights getting shut off
Now bitches want to hop on my dick like they been here from the jump
I'm just tryna get my nut off
I understand mufucker I get it, married to the game
Mufucker you ain't ready

[Chorus: Mila J & Issa]
..Yeah n***a, fuck n***a
Yeah n***a, fuck n***a
Yeah n***a, sippin' on goose so you better duck n***a
Yeah n***a, fuck n***a
Fuck n***a, running out of luck n***a