[Hook: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Girl you know we got the time
Got that pussy on my mind
Later on, what are we doing?
I know you're ready, show that ass
Girl you looking so bad, getting horny watching you do it
Girl I wanna kiss it, while you kissin your girlfriends
I wanna see a whole lot of licking, that's a memory
(Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I be banging all on that beat
808, she got the bass when her booty shake
She got her friends with her and they a sight to see
All that ass, don't let it go to waste
All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate
While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate
I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours
You minute-made like lemonade
I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas
I skate past a nigga better than veterans
Bipolar cold, give me the medicine
My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison
When I pull it out, bitch nervous
Better ride this wave - bitch, surf it
Girl, you better keep them legs open
The only thing you close is these curtains
And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat
A nigga really gotta motivate
Man, that's too much work for the pussy
I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate
I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate
I'd rather keep my money in a safe
Bitch, I ain't got time to play
I need it now, not a minute late
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Drive your head to a king, nigga
Dream house, my dream's bigger
Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up
Ace of spades, her eyes lit up
Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller
She pray for me, that's god willin
I'm hard to break my boss prison
Her new name : Ass-Zilla
She love a nigga and that pussy tight
Come thru, fuck you all night
Some foreplay, that's all right
But she rather do number 69
High notes, it's prime time
On a couch, hit it from behind
Hit you with that large stroke
Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah
That's my bae, she cook and clean and I got it made
Handcuff like she a slave, touch ya, let ya tongue taste
So high, no ceiling space
Numb to it, can't feel her face
Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Blowing up my line on the cellular
She wanna lock a nigga down, on the regular
Talking crazy to me like she own the dick
But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch
Momma told me to find a keeper
But I switch like designer sneakers
A girl with the finest features
Every nigga wanna talk to her
But I got her first, finders keepers
Violins in the back, is my theme music
Her ass on my mind, I dream booty
Any nigga tryna fuck my bitch
Then its off with his head, how kings do it
My rings ruby
Red bandana, I stay woopin'
Got too many cribs, I stay movin'
Three Lambos, I stay coupin'
Yeah, but you don't hear me though
Virginia to the Westside
My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side
Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high
She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly
It's helipads on the boat
Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco
But nothing compare to what's in my pants
Girl, stop playing!
[Hook]
I Bet lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. 50 Cent)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, nigga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your bitch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck
After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up
D.G.I.F.U. lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga) (feat. Pusha T)
[Tyga:]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief aww shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don’t need the assist
I’m the best so I keep saying that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
This the drive through and shit on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Pusha T:]
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Hook]
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain’t no lets say regular degular shit
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief aww shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don’t need the assist
I’m the best so I keep saying that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
This the drive through and shit on you
[Hook - Tyga:]
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday I was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh shit
Now look whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga
[Chris Brown:]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them hooter tips
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn ,it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts
[Hook]
[Pusha T:]
Did ya'll think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
[Hook]
Better lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"
[Hook]
I love women and power, we used to sit and talk for hours
On the balcony, my condo play your favorite, shawty
No love lost, just the perfect soulmate, that's all
It's my fault, caught in a rupture
Should've been you I was touchin', I knew it wasn't
My ego, I was buzzin' but not how you wanted
Too busy tryna flaunt it, like I just bought it
You know them bitches 'round you can't hold water
This s'posed to be our moment
These pills set it, I'm feelin' better
Called you to tell you I love you
But you too busy with some other shit, I'm guessin'
No texts, no proof, no voice messages
How we become enemies so effortless?
Or was I blind when you was naked?
Or high when you was level
Know time is of the essence
No lie, I live and regret it
Decisions I made, embedded in my mind
Hate to admit it, but I gotta say it one time
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Should've treated you right
But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane
I should've put my focus on you
In the club every night
I just get it wrong when you do right
And I keep just fillin' your head with the lies
This shit comes with a price
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you better
A nigga should've loved you
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
What happened to me, babe?
This ain't who you fell in love with
You say you need space
Don't do this
Just look at me, one more time
I know I fucked up but I'm tryin' to please you
I'ma give you all
And your heartache and pain's gonna stop
Baby right here
Don't walk away
There is no one left to call
Don't wanna be alone when you disappear
I know I hurt you more than three times
Now you need me time
Fuck I'm s'posed to do in the meantime?
Then she told me "figure it out"
[Hook]
Lights Out lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Fat Trel)
[Chris Brown:]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl just come home with me
You in the passenger side when I'm drivin'
Girl you kissin' all on me
Lickin' my neck when my hand's on your thigh
And I'm makin' that pussy leak
Knowin' just what you want
Cause you ain't had dick in a week
And I know that you're a freak
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl I know you're down for playin'
I know you're listenin' to what I'm sayin'
Your body done started up this conversation
We should really take this inside, when I'm inside
Girl, let's get it
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We party all night, then you leave in the mornin'
Girl when you ride it, act like you're performin'
You a bad mothafucka, you the shit right now
Play your position, we switchin' positions, lights out
[Chris Brown:]
Girl I'm 'bout [?] and I'ma eat it on the floor
You'll see what you mean to me but first I need you on all fours
Now ass up, face down, when we're lovin'
Slow motion, in and out
Girl when you rain, I'ma break you off
Really need to take them panties off
Your body on my body, drippin' wet, baby
Lickin' on it got my dick way too hard
Girl I'm just in it explorin'
I got the camera recordin'
Makin' that pussy too soft and
You get it again in the mornin'
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Drop funds on some new shit right now
I ain't talkin' yesterday, I mean right now
New Audemars for you and this lifestyle
Lingerie on, got you all wified down
Where you wanna be right now?
Ride on my top, now you all on my top
What you wanna be right now?
Got you all in my palms and that ass is the bomb
Versatile, got your Versace on
Fur, on the couch, lips soft, fresh out the shower
25th hour, eat it like [?] chow
Lick it down, yeah, use your mouth
Light up a blunt and we're zoned to the mornin'
Back to the sex and performin'
This time I'ma make sure it's recordin'
(When I take you down, down)
[Fat Trel:]
Called me on the phone and she opened up the door
I be skippin' all the kissin', get to hittin' it on the floor
Take it to the kitchen, so many different positions
Fuck her real slow, she talkin', I like to listen
On the roll with it, she don't like to pay attention
All this money on my mind but the pussy what I'm missin'
Skip the penitentiary, I'm [?] whipped
Sneakin', we freakin', no sleep on the weekend
But I just wanna hit it by the lake
From the back, from the front while I'm grippin' on her face
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace
I just wanna take her to the bank
Shoppin' trip, what you get? DC, LA
I should let her meet CB, he a freak
She could give my young nigga what he needs
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Real One lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Boosie Badazz)
Yeah
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't 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
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' 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
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
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
[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'mma 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' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to 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
Go on and twerk some for me
[Hook]
[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
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
Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weak
[Tyga:]
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't 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
[Pre-Hook - Chris Brown:]
I got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
Cause I'm the man of the year
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' 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
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
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
[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'mma 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' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to 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
Go on and twerk some for me
[Hook]
[Boosie Badazz:]
Turn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like [?]
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
[?] me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect
[Chris Brown:]
And I don't, I don't really care if, if you gotta man
You over there starin', at me, at me, yeah
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
Bitches N Marijuana lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Schoolboy Q)
[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Chorus]
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches n marijuana
I got 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, she bad, she don't do it for free
I got em, I got em
Got bitches n marijuana
[Tyga:]
T-ballin', globetrotter
Got a bunch of pre-rolls and a gold lighter
Think you on fire? You gon' need more fire
I tell her that's all you get like Street Fighter
Nah, walk with me, talk to me
That body cold, chess game like a pawn to me
She wanna ride with me, kick it and vibe with me
I got that long clip, fall asleep to the movie
Motherfuckin' goonies, Cartier rubies
Coupe, no top, yeah I took off the Kufi
I'm high, I'm woozie, D'usse, I'm doosing
I might just be right with my bitch in Jacuzzi
Right, nigga, gettin' right, nigga
I'ma knock that pussy out, fight night, nigga
I'mma light it up, pass it to the right nigga
Our bitches at the crib, don't invite niggas
[Chorus]
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, got the fat sack
With some clean motherfuckers, no hood rats
Yeah we suited and booted, you know your bitch 'bout to toot it
She want love from a nigga, that's a heart attack, Yack!
Loud pack, give me all of that
Don't be sending naked pics cause my phone tapped
Black Mas, duffel bag and a hundred racks
I don't snitch but I could show you where the money at, me nigga
It's right here
Got girls and they all on my lap, they with me nigga
Hell yeah
You see the Lambo parked in the trap, that's me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Grimy nigga way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young nigga, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that nigg-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that shit be gettin' silly
Man, bitch you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, shit we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Chorus]
She Goin' Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Chris Brown:]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention
You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'
Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'
With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested
I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions
I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"
And I don't really care
I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air
I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound going keloid, why you mad, nigga?
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Tyga:]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga to the core
Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore
And I'm fresh out the store
I just bought it cause I'm bored
All up on the news in my new girl couture
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she touring, I got money on my lap
Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took too much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
[Hook]
[Chris Brown:]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo that ass goin' loco
And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'
Cause she turnin' up right now
Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby
I'ma do what he won't do
I bet he won't sing to you
He ain't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
[Hook]
Wrong In The Right Way lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down
[Hook]
It's 'bout to go down (Oh yeah)
Baby, you're gonna get your wish tonight
Lay it down, right here
Scream my name, baby I love you
Wherever you are, I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do it wrong in the right way.
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
(Okay, haha, look)
Now Imma do you wrong, in the right way
Fucking with the lights on, know you had a long day
Hold you nigga down, girl I fuck with you the long way
Pull up to your college, then I fuck you in the hallway
Real nigga, all day
You know I don't fuck with fakes
Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck her face
Real bitch, trill bitch, someone I could deal with
Feds try to run up in my crib, she hit the kill switch
She would never let me down, only wanna lift me up
When I got locked down in county, she was there to pick me up
Mind her business, know wussup
Purple sprite, she pour it up
Even bought a pound for a nigga, 'bout to roll it up
If the lights off in the club, niggas still gon' notice her
Gave my bitch my Lamborghini, nigga get your motor up
When I get that ass in my bed, Imma bust her head open
Her legs stroaking, got the whole bed soaking
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
You got that work, that pussy purr
That Lambo driver, she ride it, for sure
My chauffeur, know wussup, it's yours
I mean hers, she can concur
Baddest thing on this Earth
Let me take my time, Imma lick it first
Imma make it hurt, put it in the dirt... mmm
That's some crazy ass shit for you
And you know I got this hit for you, put this dick on you
Enjoy you, and I spoil you
Back and forth, in and out, no backing off
My shit don't harp, My lover love real don't dissolve
Bitches ain't loyal, one love
But they hot and cold
I swerve that deuce on 'em, baby like this dick cold
T-Raww got that flame doe
She want burgers in Bordeaux, stop giving that 'cause she mine doe
In this game you gotta find hope
I'm young and kingin', so you know what it is...
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Let me kiss that body, when I get excited
When you scream my name, when you hit the notes
You gon' sound melodic
Baby girl just ride it
Show me something they can't see
Fuck me like you angry, playin' all of that K-Ci & Jojo
Them slow jams, we hold hands
Do that there like a stripper, on my dick she pole dance (Oh no)
It's going down, going down babe
Put it in reverse, flip it around babe
Yeah, 'cause we're one on one
Busting round after round like a gun
Doing all that freaky shit to me
I love the way you put it down babe
I like it, when I'm in and out, and you're making them sounds babe
And I want some more, it's about to go down
[Hook]
Bunkin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Jay 305 & T.I.)
[Intro - Chris Brown:]
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
100, keep this shit 100
100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my nigga
Whats happen though?)
My bitch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, fuck alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga
It's Yo Shit lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga feat. Wale)
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got them lining up and running block but you need the real me
And if I get the chance Imma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance and I'll show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit, before I try to kiss it
I do it different from them others guys I know they be tripping
I know what you want so let's get right out of here
Let's go baby I'm counting all my blessing tonight
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Sex on the dresser legs on the leather
Do it so good I might let you rub my necklace
We fucking to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro spending Euros at the camp
Checks waiting when I land that's money in advanced
Benjamin talk frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doing here and speaking through your bras
Bra, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a falling star
Yacht no barge looking like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue liker Marge
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
[Verse 3 - Wale:]
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope yes I know this
The word is my third leg a bowflex
Time to have sex
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dipping in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get in here she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it, I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter
You see me with CB in the DMV of course
Hit the streets guarantee the women be abroad
Every blue moon, that's EBM for short
The ring and the bling look like Billie Jean Porsche
This that Mike Jack flow
I'mma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
You saying all the right shit, well girl I like it
I'm going to make this night romantic
I'm going to love you baby
And I know what you've been dreaming about
I'm gonna' take advantage of you
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
(Oh the way you put it on me)
It's yo shit, it's yo shit
Banjo lyrics - Chris Brown (with Tyga)
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook x2]
[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'm a let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches
Yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook x2]
[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook x2]
[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'm a need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook]
"X" (2014)
- X lyrics - Chris Brown
- Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown
- Loyal lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga)
- New Flame lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Rick Ross & Usher)
- Songs On 12 Play lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Trey Songz)
- 101 (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Drown In It lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. R. Kelly)
- Came To Do lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Akon)
- Stereotype lyrics - Chris Brown
- Time For Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Lady In A Glass Dress (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Brown
- Autumn Leaves lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
- Do Better lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Brandy)
- See You Around lyrics - Chris Brown
- Don't Be Gone Too Long lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Ariana Grande)
- Body Shots lyrics - Chris Brown
- Drunk Texting lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Jhené Aiko)
- Lost In Ya Love lyrics - Chris Brown
- Love More lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Nicki Minaj)
- Don't Think They Know lyrics - Chris Brown (feat. Aaliyah)
- Fine China lyrics - Chris Brown
- No Lights lyrics - Chris Brown
X lyrics - Chris Brown
If you're only as good as the company you keep
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving
[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over
[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Then I'm a blame you for what they say about me
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
When I was by myself I was fast asleep
Since you came around I've been up for weeks
(Free your mind, and let your conscience be free)
Yi-yi-X, I've been with the wrong crowd
I can make you a believer, if I turn the nonsense down
I keep my secrets in a safehouse, better if I don't speak
Devil's tryna tempt me, they just outline my shape out
Place me at the crime scene
I can see from this high up, you ain't got a heart girl
Privacy is for the cheater obviously you're deceiving
[Pre-Hook:]
I know
I know just who you are
You put me on lay away
You just love to heart shop
I think that it's over
I think that it's over
[Hook:]
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
(I ain't tripping of you you you)
I ain't go back no more, I ain't go back no more
[Bridge:]
You just start a fight, I ain't fighting back I'm cool with it
I, simply came here to party
Why, would I trip off that bullshit, when I'm on that good shit
I swear to God I'm moving on
(Mm, back up)
Substitute love for a better thing
I deal with my pain like a lonely child
I didn't build these walls for you to piss all on my past oh
Go ahead burn it down, I'm a build me another one
All these clouds...
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Add Me In lyrics - Chris Brown
Your body's an isosceles
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation
[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back
[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in
[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
And I'm just tryna try angles
Your love is trigonometry
Just tryna solve the whole equation
[Pre-Hook:]
What's it about you (about you)
I wanna love you
Picking you up, picking you up
So I can touch you
Should we do that? Can I do that? (baby)
Anwsers are usually in the back
[Hook:]
Substitution, add me in
Multiply my love
Is that too much?
Substitution
What's the problem, girl?
Add me in
[Bridge:]
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
Baby just add me, baby just add me in
I'll calculate her home invasion
Divide your legs and count to 3 (3, 2, 1, come on)
He's just not the answer baby
And that's just my hypothesis
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Girl if I said I loved you, I need you
Would you care?
So many things that I could learn
Baby if we do the math, it will equal up to me!
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
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