Marathon Man lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Luvaboy TJ)

[HoodyBaby:]
Word around town, it's a drug war
Step into my crib, it's a drug store
I don't need nothin', I just want more
Real dope boy, I took the coke on tour
Take a walk with me, this a plug talk
Funny how this work got me takin' off
Hittin' it for bricks and I make it off
HoodyBaby, I'm the boss cause I paid the cost
Young niggas sellin' coke, I got WiFi
Side bitches suckin' dick from the sideline
Fuck boys, they ain't stickin' to the guidelines
The world is yours nigga, I want mine

Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga

[Chris Brown:]
Marathon man, nigga cheatin' like I'm Lance
Last week I was in France, 150 up in Cannes
Say I can't nigga, I can, boy don't make me pull them choppers out
Check my chopper style, send that ass back to your mama house
Bitch, you think I'm playin', I spend 50 thousand on the dance
Ain't no evidence cause the judge ain't find no skeleton
I be runnin' laps in my trap
Ain't gotta be strapped 'fore a nigga take your tap, OHB, bitch

[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga

[Luvaboy TJ:]
Luvaboy, I tell her what she wanna hear
OHB, that lil hoe, make it disappear
I just wanna hit that pussy from the rear
Have a orgy with your friends just to keep it fair
Spittin' flame, young out, I be tamed, I'm the fuckin' man
Half a pound, break it all down, ever since I can
Add the boost, molly and the Xans, we in candy land
Stanckin' gingerbread man, catch me if you can

[HoodyBaby:]
Classic, did my thing with the coke nigga
Marathon man, I be runnin' with the dope dealers
Sippin' Ace of Spades, gettin' drunk with the gold diggers
100 thousand dollar cross, feelin' like the Pope nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' like the Pope nigga
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man, marathon man
Marathon man

I Can Tell lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Lo)

Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

OHB, bitch this Breezy
I'm a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin' kisses
I'm pullin' up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin' them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I'm whippin' it
Hundred M's, yeah they feelin' him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like "Why don't you have more like him?"
Cocky, I don't give a fuck if you like it
No he ain't me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I'm MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[HoodyBaby:]
Don't be buyin' all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I'm spendin' all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin' white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I'm just tryna bump me, tell 'em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin' for your love, I can't lie, I need help, I need help

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Young Lo:]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that's gon' eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let's throw it back, drop a Brand' on 'em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on 'em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I'mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin' ain't easy
And I ain't said nothin' 'bout cuffin'
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Chris Brown:]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Molly water
Is makin' me fall in love
Baby, I'm ready to do this, this ain't my first rodeo
I know what I'm doin', got you screamin' all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don't care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

I Already Love Her lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Ray J)

[Chris Brown:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Yeah, oh I
It feels like I'm drowning in water
Needed more air, all alone
You don't remember all the love we shared
And you pretend not to care
Girl it tears me
You've been fallin' in and out of love
All of your friends they keep tellin' me I'm a hoe
I keep fuckin' up, it's really hard to trust me
Going crazy off that codeine in that car, baby help me

Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

[Ray J:]
It's a battle in this love war
Through the fire, I'm your dragon slayer
Woah, I needed your help
Fuck it, I already love her, guess I'll stop fuckin' with bitches
And I won't be all undercover, oh you gon' see lots of pictures, oh yeah
Ever since I saw your photo, I've been doing a whole lotta drinkin;
Got fucked up off the coco, I did it until it was finished
It's like a dragon's burnin' in my soul
And I keep on battlin' with this devil on my shoulder

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, I can make her to a woman
That PG we fuckin' yeah
Put her in the mile high club, y'all
Fuck it, I already love her, already smokin' that killer
Fuck it, I already love her, so let me start fuckin' with bitches
Fuck it, I already love her, I turn that girl to a lady
I put that girl in a Mercedes, 2016, the latest
Fuck it, I already love her
Oh, fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her
Fuck it, I already love her

New Gang lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Luvaboy TJ & Ray J)

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pull up to the club 'bout 100
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money

[Luvaboy TJ:]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
Where I'm from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin' Khalifa
And you was the one sayin' you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can't fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

[Ray J:]
Pardon me but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Ray J & Chris Brown:]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang comin' in
You see the new gang comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we comin'
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

In Love With The Bitches lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Young Blacc & Young Lo)

[Chris Brown:]
Your envy is tall, my niggas livin' right
You mad cause we can pop bottles every fuckin' night
Poppin' them pills when we chill, for real
Smokin' straight gas, I'mma see you in another life
Bitch I'm blunted, just look in my eyes, I won't fuckin' lie
Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin', I'm about to slide
OHB, yeah we ride or die, better pick a side
And when I get that pussy, you gon' blame it on the liquor, right?
When you gon' let a real nigga live?
Cause ain't nothin' for me to call up a side bitch
Girl, let a lightskin nigga get up in them ribs
And you can bring your girls, promise I won't fuck them bitches
Damn, you been frontin' on that all night
I gotta leave, come with me on this red eye
She want relationship and I was willin' to pay that tuition
Fuckin' up her decision but I'm in love with the bitches

Baby, I'm tryin' but I can't, I'm tryin'
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin'
It's real fucked up but I'm in love with the bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches

[Young Lo:]
I swear I love all these bitches, especially the freak hoes
Line 'em up and knock 'em down like freethrows
Swear I'm young Will, hit 'em with the steal, leave that pussy killed
Lick that kitty, I should leave a hoe bill
Yeah I'm ballin' on point, like it's a million mattress
Wake up every mornin', different bitches in the mansion
Models gettin' high, throwin' whips up in the attic
My nigga burnt out, got these hoes [?]
And we gon' throw a party, take the molly, [?] for the bottles
Eat that pussy, eat that pussy, call me sloppy papi
Swervin' in the newest foreign, ridin' with the carbon
Poppin' your bitch, nigga, I don't even need to call 'em

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I'm tryin' but I can't, I'm tryin'
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin'
It's real fucked up but I'm in love with the bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches

[Young Blacc:]
Let let, let a real nigga hit it
Make Magnum make sales, only real niggas fitted
Got her walkin' limp cause I gave her the business
Come in to the crib and bust it down with her sister
Slide to the club, 50 deep on that late night
Back to the crib, might eat her cause it's date night
Throwin' bitches texts and tryna give a nigga threesomes
Henny dick goin' so I might as well beast 'em
My niggas be winnin', my side bitches be trippin'
I put that dick in her stomach and then I take 'em to dinner
I'm just playin' to save her, take my strap on the road
I mean what I say cause I love these hoes

[Chris Brown:]
Baby, I'm tryin' but I can't, I'm tryin'
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young nigga do if it was you?
Damn they done told everythin'
It's real fucked up but I'm in love with the bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches
Cause I'm in love with these bitches

Other Side lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. HoodyBaby)

[Chris Brown:]
The man war war
What you say? What you say?
What you say nigga?
The man war war

If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[Inch:]
Them boys some punk, them man get me vex
They ain't bad akh, they just got a bad reflex
About war with war, they can't test with S
That button won't press, the man don't press
Bloodclart, I mix the dope with the bloodclart
A wah da bloodclart, bare jawns and in this bloodclart
Look pon me face, my yute
Just can't drop out my zoot, my yute
Gunshot right out the boot, my yute
Look pon my shoe dem my boot, my yute

[Sleeks:]
They don't want war
Brap brap, beat up your car
Gang gang on the M way
Man done shut down anywhere fast
Grass, treezy
I'm in Amsterdam gettin' weedy
Whip the work up with Breezy
Still up in the ends, can't see me
Get it in, get it gone
Trap, break a brick with my back
Trapstar but I rap
Got a alleyway full of cats
They don't want war
Them man, they're all talk
Take man's girl on tour
Why you think that she's airin' your calls?

[Chris Brown:]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[Littlez:]
They ain't 'bout it, they ain't tarkin'
Move the food like a market
Bro bro with a rare tat
Brap brap in the rocket
Big strap like a car seat
Young dog, you might bark him
We the boys from the back streets
Tell a boy to move cautious
They don't want war
Tell your mate better be calm
Back it out and they back down
Lift the weight, get a pack gone
Trap yard with a bad jawn
On the strip, fuck a lap dance
Ask bro, everything's calm
Your girl wanna take a chance

[Swift:]
See a peng girl, yo wagwan
Gang gang, girl I ain't no stank
Take the packs, laugh like ha
Take the what, and left the war
Skrrt skrrt, jump out doors
Uh uh, you don't want war
Bumbaclart, mix it with the rough
Them girl just wanna do talk

[Chris Brown:]
If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[Deepee:]
Uh, I'm with Double 0, I don't need no pass
No cuffin' hoes, the homies dem pass
She suck it whole but might speak with class
Granny titties, them man they're soft
The savage in me, he better not laugh
Get the package empty, them rented cars
Amnes' comin' in plenty
Book me, I be cookie scented
Cause I do the stage and shut down with squa
I'm not sayin' I'm Esco Bar
But I rap hard and I really let go bars
Foreign jawns in my section yard
I'm not a star, but I did guest on far

[Chris Brown:]
I'm spendin' money cause a nigga never had it
In my dreams, turnin' niggas into addicts
Top shotta, got the chopper sittin' right under the mattress
The shot out from the gauge of the rusty, but nigga fuck practice
I don't really talk on the phone when I move them things
See them feds, the location change
AKAs are the major pain
Bitch niggas want all the money and fame
But I'll never tell them 'bout the package
Who am I? Bitch, I'm a savage
All of your bitches fanatics
Make the work, do a back flip, I'm doin' gymnastics

If I take a life, how can I apologize?
Either it's you or me takin' that journey to the other side

[HoodyBaby:]
Coca Cola, my sponsor
Do the math, do the numbers
All my trap goin' bonkers
Play with me, we gon' stomp ya
We suggestin' a turf war
Want respect, you gotta work for it
Word around that the feds on me
I been sellin' dope at my merch store
Plant the seed, watch the earth grow
Play with me, watch your girl go
Kidnappin' can't fix that
6 bricks, that's a 6 pack
2 piece, that's a Kit-Kat
We take the work, we don't get taxed
HoodBaby, my paper good
In the neighborhood where my Crips at

Erday lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. French Montana)

[French Montana:]
Talkin' every night
All my dogs gettin' lit, talkin' every night
Juicin' my body

[French Montana & Chris Brown:]
I be ridin' through the city, gettin' lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I'mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I'mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I'mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin' every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain't come from singin', every night
We be too lit, you know we goin' crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock 'n rollin' baby, every night

[French Montana:]
Ridin' through the city, we be straight, 12 o'clock
Yeah, all my niggas Gucci, I ain't talkin' 'bout Guwop
Yeah, all we rock is Gucci, watch me, watch the watch
Yeah, hit up AOD, tell 'em gon' get 'em molly

[Chris Brown:]
Bangin' out the bottle, got me loosed in the Goose
Baby, you should be the driver cause I'm gon' let it roof
You a pretty, little lady, fuck the devil outta you
I'm about to roll the dice, daddy need some new shoes

[French Montana & Chris Brown:]
I be ridin' through the city, gettin' lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I'mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I'mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I'mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin' every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain't come from singin', every night
We be too lit, you know we goin' crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock 'n rollin' baby, every night

[Chris Brown:]
Wanna take your body down, fine little motherfucker
Want it right now, bitch you know I ain't a sucker
Think she off that angel dust but I ain't for complainin'
I know that pussy dangerous but I can't let you win
She wobble it, wobble it
She poppin' that pussy, she all on the pole
Droppin' it, droppin' it
I'm throwin' this money all on the floor
What you tryna do in the bedroom?
Cause we don't be playin' no games
Cause that pussy be fuckin' my head up
I gave her everythin'

[French Montana:]
I be ridin' through the city, gettin' lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I'mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I'mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I'mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin' every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night

Section One Hundred Billion lyrics -Chris Brown (with OHB x Section Boyz) (feat. Famous Fresh, HoodyBaby, Young Blacc & Young Lo)

[HoodyBaby:]
I don't know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I'm too legit
I'm the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin' us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin' 'til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin' shots

[Inch:]
Pull up with the OH, I mean war
I mean war, big rass war
Big rass that will lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad

[Young Lo:]
If these niggas talkin' reckless, see 'em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon' respect us
Mob ties, yeah I'm heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I'm mobbin' with the Section
Out here ballin' since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin'
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin' through the whole class session

[Swift:]
Trap money, I'm a trapper
My young boy wants a Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that's the hammer
Count grand to my nana's
Sucky sucky, from hatters

[Deepee:]
I ain't ina the passa (passa)
If I clutch a bruck, you go back up
Get me down, I get back
Yo mi casa es su casa
6 man in the van, that's gang in the pan
That's macaroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a born I'm badder
Girl climb on cocky with a ladder

[Sleeks:]
And keep climbin'
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, "Fuck feds" in the camera
Trappin', pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I'm really livin' this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Littlez:]
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Go ratchet tings and bougie
With a big boobies and booty
See the big tall man move bookey
Old school, my bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

I got all these bitches, they [?]
They ain't want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch 'em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It's a foreign bitch cause

[Famous Fresh:]
They know I'm flexin'
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos, I'm a money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
Diamonds dancin' like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It's Fresh, Hoody, it's [?]

mixtape: "Before Da Trap: Nights In Tarzana" (2016) (with OHB)



Shut Down lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

All I do is hustle for the benefits
And with the Money Team but I don’t need a membership
I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whips
I'm blowing loud like it was a Sega Genesis
I can tell you niggas what the business is
I bet I take a nigga food 'fore he finish it
Take an L nigga, you don't know what winnin' is
I be pushin' like I don't know what the limit is
Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep
Ballin' like a pro, sumo level on
Man that Cali's what I'm flaunting so I'm back on fleek
You ain't talkin' bout money, homie now I'm in the streets
Cause you don't know who came with the heat
Cause you and your crew lookin' weak, hey

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

Run up in your trap, it's a kick though
Caught you with your pants down, this a shit show
Call me dollars starin' high, nigga let the clip go
I'll whoop a pussy nigga like Klitschko
Now my old bitch trippin', she won't let go
Say my attitude bad but my dick gold
Young nigga trap in designer
I thought I remind ya, my meat is turkey lasagna
Why I got the birds, what the business is?
Got my Lamborghini really, I don't need a bitch
I just met the plug in San Antonio
I send the bitch and the pack down to Tokyo
Same day turn around on some merri-go
And my weed so loud I can't hear ya hoe
And you know you dismissed before you exist bitch

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

Bitch we out here brackin', what the business is?
I just put a mili out the trap and bought the dealership
Back to back Lambs for the butter black Ghost
Told her I just want the cream, swear these niggas like toast
Bought an all red beam and it came with a scope
While these niggas talkin' chickens, I just get it out the boat
Ship it for the highest ticket, right now it's for the low
All my bitches with the shit cause I can't fuck with square hoes, low

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

[Kid Red:]
Look, look, I ain't never been afraid of a nigga
Black Rozay, 12 gauge on a nigga
Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a nigga
Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a nigga, oh Lord
Nigga be wildin' on bitches, kickin' down doors
That's cause we come from them trenches
No we can't fuck with them snitches
Tippin' on fours, OHB all with the business
Nigga mighta ran up in your trap spot
Get it then I'm gone, counting all the laptops
30 white bitches on my hip, that's a jackpot
Headin' to the bank cause we busy 'bout to cash out, woah
Blackout, no
All the nigga ransom in your trap house
That's a blackout woah
It's OHB shit, fuck with some real ones, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

50 round clip'll get this bitch shut down
Kickin' field goals, catchin' plays, touch down
All my niggas on the mission, opp shit, man down
Flexin' hard, diamonds dancin' like they Chris Brown nigga
I caught a plug, got them packs sent down
I'm flexin' when my niggas got them bands right now
If that goofy wanna snitch I got the Ruger right now
30 shots do it to you right now, aye
And you know how we rockin'
Fuckin' with bad bitches on coke and molly
Put molly in Act now we turnt in the party
Too turnt in the party, we don't even got no option
You know my gang and we runnin' shit
Always be 100 billion bitch

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this shit shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club
And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down
We gon' get wild (got that shit shut down)
We blowin' loud (got that shit shut down)
Pull up on ya (gettin' this shit shut down)
You can fuck around and get this shit shut down

Shit shut down, shit shut down
Shit shut down, shit shut down

Whippin' lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Quavo & Section Boyz)

[Knine:]
Whipping up some work
Phone going off, trap going berserk
Hit the road cause a nigga need to earn
Big back, she make it whine and twerk
Hit it from the back, then I skrrr skrrr
Young boys fucking up, they don't learn
Section on my T-shirt
Big racks stuffed in my D squares

[Chris Brown:]
I pull up in the Wraith, hit the plug on the way
100k on the face, keeping Ms in the bank
AK by the waist, no I do not play
Get familiar with the money, déjà vu every day
She know I give it a go, she know I pick it up, oh
I'mma drive her to the pole
I done came out the water with the shits like I'm flipper
Never, ever, ever caught up, OHB with the niggas, oh

Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Inch:]
London bwoy, London sound, hmm
Everyting lit inna London Town
Peng gyal wan' come London Town, come round
Gyal in abundance, gyal from round
Ayo Breezy, this one a easy
Gyal wan' kiss up and uck up and squeeze me
Everyting easy, believe we
Gyal up on the high watch, gyal up on the TV

[Littlez:]
Hit the road like a don, yeah, I rep where I'm from
Badboys inna London, get the Ps, then we gone
In the trap, I work wonders, get around, I do compass
Peng gyal up in the covers, get the bands in abundance
Man's just turning up, getting lit, we burning up
More life, that's a lifestyle, hot gyally wanna cool with us
Sideman? They ain't cool with us, bitch boys always make a fuss
Trap boys, we got all the stuff, for the gang, let it buss

[Chris Brown:]
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Quavo:]
I told that bitch to kiss it, that shit landed, now she miss it
I put your ho in the mission, she put the pis' on her titties
I got the coupe with exhaust, your bitch wanna molly and coke
She wanna fuck with a boss, she told a nigga get lost
Smoking on gas in the old one, wrists cold, Minnesota
My girl bite like a cobra, love when she bend it over
Had to buy a new Rover, fucking in a Rolls Royce
Girl, you know your pussy moist, what you need is your choice

[Sleeks:]
Drive the car like a race, whip it, whip it
Get a six in the rain, skiddin', skiddin'
Big back, titties, dig that, yeah, she pretty
Trap phone still ringing, on the back road doing digits
London in my blood, getting bundles from the plug
Run, run, run it up, in a bando full of buds
Section, Breezy, got the whole world going nuts
Take it easy, we're going right up to the top

[Chris Brown:]
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Deepee:]
Wouldn't ever pretend you could see these skengs
Free range, no aiming the lens
Waste boys mainly lean on feds
We team, no cream, shook ones and they've been on edge
CDs from around, big Ps, making pounds
I tour with gang dem in your town, shut it down, shut it down
I link the crowd and they go nuts, in the ends, big Benz doing doughnuts
I seen and feel it coming closer, bro's still in kitchens whippin' yola

[Swift:]
Ring ring for the best, kill a gyal cause she dead
Turn dead to peng, kitchen whippin' with friends
Whip skid and then beng, done your gyal cause she peng
Brung her back to the ends, gas her up like the Benz

[Chris Brown:]
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

[Chris Brown:]
In the don, that's a wraith with the top off
Bad gyal slow whine with the top off
You lot so fun, never pop off
My Section Boyz, you know everything lock arff
Mad Max with the bad bitches
Hit the plug, he pull up with the packages
I be feeling like a narcissist
Flames coming out the chopper like an arsonist
All around the world, everybody got a bando
Swear down, fam, everywhere I can go
You do it for the fame, nigga
I do it for the fam though, get me?
South of France, St Tropez
Back in Cannes, brought the white girl with me
DMT, THC
Mushroom T, whatever you need, hit me

I'm just here turning up
Oh, you know I got some bottles back at my place
Ooh

[Quavo & Chris Brown:]
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin', take it off, drippin', drippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'

Socialize lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates, Young Blacc & Young Lo)

Yeah, look, acting arcedinic when a nigga in your city
Fame going to her head, think for worrying 'bout them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a hoe, that's a no no
In the morning, shaveroom, she be telling all your business
And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flying out the coop
Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot
And bitches all on my 'gram, I'm trying make 100 million
Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stacking 'em to the ceiling
Always a nigga tryna hate on me
And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace
Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me
I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine
You know she can give me head but she can't smoke my weed
In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models
And we don't fuck with you nigga, we know you telling your partners

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

Look, look, now these bitches wanna show's up
Cause they see me on the road and I'm jolled up
And all these bitches on my line like they know us
But I don't want that pussy, I'mma let the crew fuck you up
She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it
Her lil sister, she thick now, get those digits
This money coming so quick now, need more spinach
We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it
And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch
But if she bringing back money, we gon' all get rich
I need a new whip, new chain, talking 'bout the rap game
Keep the bitch tip toes down, I'm speaking facts mane
And you ain't never 'bout to break my niggas
And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitch
This the west coast, trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane
Spending young money and shit, call me Mack Maine

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

Look, 'fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fucking with my tolerance
Like I ain't the nigga that's bringing dollars in
Took me from that regular life to living extravagant
Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch
OHB, that's out of here bitch, I got some new freaks
Porsche 9/11, sitting pretty on the new feet
Two get fucked for an hour then let the crew skeet
Cruising, got 4 on the way while I got 2 suites
Black nigga in white linen with white women
And I ain't tripping, I like women that like women
Ooh baby, they all losing be like women
If I kill the pussy baby, that's a life sentence
Praying light, that's night vision
High-Tec, yeah I like sipping
Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitching
Whipping the block in 4 pots, this my kitchen, fuck with us

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize

Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, and I ain't let her fuck
I ain't paying for the Uber, never told her that I love her
Kick her out man, every night she go and get her brother
Locked up with the reds, you know she watch a nigga fuck
Dog, I go hard, I am already a boss
On the plane slinging Rolls, I am already a boss
I be solo in the game, I be whipping up a Range
Name's holy wait, kick and fly conversation
Don't complain in the game, I ain't doing no complaining
He don't wanna front it, I'mma take it when I'm aiming
Move real cool, handle business like a gangster
Shoes on the bed, that's a lion to the jags
I be working out, wearing slay ups doing reps
Like the bench press, kill and stand on your chest
No one came in, flip for another set
She recertified, real nigga whip the stack

We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize


I Need Love lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Young Blacc)

Came a long way, we was trapping out the days and
Now I spend my days up in mansions with Caucasians
Fat bitches chilling with my dogs like we caged in
Got it from the bottom, had to make it from the pavement
Niggas say I changed, fuck it, that's just how the game go
All these chains, all these fucking whips, I'm in slave mode
Hood rich, put your baby mama on my pay roll
OHB mafia, my niggas keep a bank roll

You know that Bentley truck's on the way, Bentley truck's on the way, I bought her a coupe
You know shoulda played it cool by the way, played it cool by the way, played it cool
You know, you know the rules from the game, what games are you tryna play? Better be cool
You know, you think I'm a fool, first mistake, by the way
Pull in that foreign, driving that hearses, hating on my house
You on the 'gram, say being nosey, you showing off
When he around, barely act like she know me, but you know now
All I'm seeing is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account

All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'mma need one
I don't mind spending cause I need love
Baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Yeah, baby it ain't tricking if you need love

Look, look, keep telling my bitches I got it, I got it
I'm hopping, I'm pushing, my dreams are designer
She Asian and Spanish, my bitch from Atlanta
I give her that dick and my bitch, she be wilding
All these bitches, I just need one
Cuffing bitches, that's the season
Cashed out, on another plug
'Nother, other plug when I hold something
Niggas be sticking their bands up
A couple choppers I put in their fencing
Couple of Lambos, my niggas be racing
You talking that shit, put a price on your head
You niggas be pussy, be fucking with feds
And all of us kings so off with your head
Your bitch on my couch, she can't sleep on my bed
I'm popping that dirty, I'm taking my meds

All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'mma need one
I don't mind spending cause I need love
Baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Yeah, baby it ain't tricking if you need love

Double cup, I'm rolling up
Smelling jasmine straight from Mexico
In Hollyweird, bitches can't fuck a check up
Ain't none of 'em mine cause it's Hollywood
Pull in that foreign, driving that hearses, hating on my house
You on the 'gram, say being nosey, you showing off
When he around, barely act like she know me, but you know now
All I'm seeing is diamonds and Rollies, fuck the account

All these women on me, only need one
I just wanted you to fucking be one
100's in my pockets, I'mma need one
I don't mind spending cause I need love
Baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Yeah, baby it ain't tricking if you need love
Need love, it ain't tricking if you need love
Need love, baby it ain't tricking if you need love

Party Next Door lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Blacc)

[Chris Brown:]
Baby you be on that old shit
I don't need that commotion
Got me heated in the oven
Don't play with the chopper, it's fully loaded
Yeah, driving me crazy, driving me crazy
No one but you, I feel so used, set up
You supposed to be here in this foreign
But you just disappeared like I’m not important

Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah

[Young Blacc:]
She got 4 friends, I hope they go
Double up and bring 4 more
Hennessy and the Patron shots
Make the white girls wanna get low
HoodyBaby, my kin folk and OHB, I kill for
That other party that's next door, we don't fuck with niggas that save hoe
Spanish chicks, they can take dick, black girls love to talk shit
White girls love the foreplay, handstand, make them turn tricks
She took my proposition 'bout the pimping
She know how to flip it, ain't come with interest
She telling a nosey nigga mind his business
Always hating cause they know we winning
Grown man shit, I don't need permission
I don't give a damn if they real sisters
Nigga, I only fuck with them freak hoes
Beast mode, eat the pussy

[Chris Brown:]
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah

Downgrade, don't feel the same
Got another say a nigga change, really?
Only motherfucker put you in a gang
How the hell you think they know your name? You trifling, you silly
But I keep hoes on deck, what you know 'bout me?
I'm the nigga take your page, yelling OHB
Overhand biscuit, you ain't out my reach
Bitches wanna kiss dick every time I preach
Got the Staples Centre, floor seats
And it's 500 blocks with my OGs
A nigga did a lid in the county
A 100 million dollars, my niggas gon' eat
I stayed fresh, I don't need no stylist
A man the mean on mileage
I don't need co-pilots
OHB, we popping, nigga who gon' stop us?

Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
You partying next door
Said you partying, yeah
Eh, you're what I need, I need you
Heart on my sleeve, I need you
Oh, you know I need you
You fucked up cause you partying next door

Side Piece lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)

Oh woah, girl, woah, girl, oh woah
Oh baby, you got me

Shaking like 9/11, riding this roller-coaster
Rocking like heavy metal, you thinking I'm fucking
But baby girl when I'm finished you can't even
Come round two, you need a minute
Sing it to her when I kiss it, I got her dripping
Complaining to me saying that a nigga be tripping
But she be cheating and fucking with other niggas
But I be feeling like the only one when I'm with her

Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece

Let me getting on your level, I'mma take your girl to the crib
I know I'm petty, but boy I know she ready, baby girl you be flexing
I ain't the only nigga in your phone you be texting
She ain't the type that'll hold me down if I arrested
She the type to fuck the enemy, disrespectful
Still ain't learned my lesson
Keep a nigga feeling like the pussy is a blessing
Aw here we go again

Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece

Can't even look in your eyes, playing both sides
Shoulda told me you had a man but I know why you lied
You think that I wouldn't understand
Cause I'm dying trying not to use my head, getting me fucked up yeah

Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
I know I need to leave you alone, yeah
But you keep coming around cause you ready to party
And it's a damn shame I feel in love
With a girl that's off
Hennessy mixed in with Patron, yeah yeah
I'mma feel that shit in the morning, yeah
Damn, why the hell did I catch feelings?
Everything ain't always what it seems
Cause you was the girl I thought I saw in my dreams
Now I know how it feels to be the side piece

Freed Up lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB)

When a bitch say she fucked 20 niggas, I respect her more
Instead of running 'round this motherfucker lying all the time
Talking 'bout some
5 niggas, 5 niggas you cared about, shit

Bitch you lying and girl I'm built honest
Still living for today, tomorrow ain't promised
Holding on to the love cause the hate follows
When you young, getting money, yeah you date models
Let the cork pop off when we shake bottles
You don't need a glass, girl just take swallows
Yeah, young and reckless, I spite her beverage
Self medicated, pills or liquor, what's your preference?
She usually ain't the type to take rejection
She don't know her dad so the hate turned into affection
She only dreamed to be up in my section
Believing any lie they tell her, just to get a necklace
Bitches keep playing games like it's checkers
But bitch this chess and those DD's gon' be your blessing
I'm looking forward to all them text messages
Talking 'bout how you done, I love when bitches threaten me

I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind

She said follow me, she wanna fuck up a nigga's Valentine
Pardon me, only thing growing on me is the dollar signs
Oh baby, I'm only used to your ways
Say you in love and you ain't, try to be honest, you can't
You always tripping on the same minor drugs
I do for the piece of mind and you do when you 'bout to fuck
I leave, act up and leave you and something trap out the bando
But I want a nigga call the curtain, choppers fired and it's having the fam over
That's the thing, I love to hate so I got a whip for my bitch
If you think I'm cuffing, you should forget it

I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind

You never wanna hear it, you never wanna be there
You never take me serious, you piece of shit, let's be fair
Know you got it from your mama, the day I met her she said "Why he here?"
Where the fuck you put your heart at? Bitches that pulling ain't all that
You on another level, showing off, tryna make me jealous
All the homies that been a problem, nigga bring the weapons
AKs and the fans, disrespecting
They close to my kin, OHB shit

I'mma keep it real with you baby
Understand me, don't tell you lies
I feel your love is premeditated
Too complicated, never willing to try
When I locked it down, she freed up
Coco in her nose she loves the freedom
Now she changing niggas like the seasons
Got it good but I feel distant in my mind, can't help think I'm mastermind



Big Dreams lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Gangsta Robb, HoodyBaby)

[HoodyBaby:]
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry

Hard times, 4 niggas, 89s
It's going down at 10, hope we make it home, Amen
Riding with the package, open jackers and 'em crackers
Everything complain hoe, family don’t attack us
Everyone’s a suspect, raised with some backstabbers
Stab you in your back, find they bag you for a set
Tony Romo with the 9, out in Dallas, running laps
Hail Mary to LA, baby I can bring you bag
Hood B, Beyoncé, somebody stop me
2 Rollies, 3 APs, watch me
I just wanna pull up with my niggas in the fucking ‘rari
Told my mom, the grind pays so I’m rich regardless

As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry

[Gangsta Robb:]
Tell my mom I'm sorry, told my pops I'm thugging
Red 'rari flexing and I'm round with my young'ns
Somebody bring the wrappers cause we just got the plug in
Somebody go and grab the Sprite so I can mix the mud in
Out in public thugging, 20 bricks in traffic
Sipping lean, on my phone, counting money backwards
Coulda went to college but I said, "Fuck the master"
Ask me why I do this nigga cause the money faster

[HoodyBaby:]
As a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the streets, I was 15
Ever since a young nigga, I had big dreams
Fell in love with the cars, I was 15
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry
I just wanna pull up in a Lamborghini
My pops talking shit but I know he seen me
I just wanna pull up in a fucking 'rari
Yeah, I coulda went to college, tell my mom I'm sorry

Roller Coaster lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Keeis Stackz & Tracy T)

Roller coaster love, up and down she go
Everyday this chick tripping in and out the door
Yeah I keep these bitches high, got it for the low
Out in France last month, but where I'm 'bout to go?
I don't know, got too high a while ago
I be chasing money, whip that big seat hundred domino
Pull up on your bitch and do the street nigga on a hoe
Pull up on your bitch, they love a street nigga, that's for sure
Ha ha, too silly, amigo on for really
There's an eagle on my belly, I been bumping Makaveli
Then I switch it up, Dekeli, fuck your bitch up in the telly
Jump right back in the Chevy, ain't no telling where I'm heading

Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster

Okay, bitches love me cause I keep that shit 100
They drop it like a sock, I'm the number 1 stunner
When I throw that money, that pussy, it come up
9 millimetre, acting dummy if they run up
Okay you see it's OHB, we out here stacking, stacking
All this molly, all these bitches, all this ass I'm smacking
I'm tripping, drinking 'til I'm pissy
Fuck your girl with my girl, yeah nigga cause I'm different
I'm 'bout my money, money and power, respect my clique, gon' throw it up
When I'm in the club making it shower, doing it BIG in LA, okay
That's why they call me Big Poppa, notorious to that pussy
None of y'all niggas can save me so why the fuck you still looking?

Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster

Pulled up with your bitch, with your bitch like okay
She gon' help me count the bands but she won't see the safe
Got that killer pussy, put that cat up in the cage
You know I'm a dog, can't keep that pussy out my face
Fuck with me, know you're going up, know them niggas ain't showing up
VVS', bitch we ain't stressing, night time, a nigga going up
Flipping birds, check the wing span, bet a mil when my team playing
Better yet put the house on it, shut you mouth and put your mouth on it

Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, up and down she go
Gone, I'm roller coasting in and out the door
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster
Gone, roller coaster, roller coaster

Like I Done It Before lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Young Lo)

Mo Money
Yeah Yeah Yeah...

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Fuck up a check and put on in the vault
Forty five for the eagle, four deep in the regal
Pull up on a nigga he ain't even know
Like Macauley Culkin, have my lil one hit you while you Home Alone
Asking if I keep on fucking your bitch then if its your bitch why she on my phone
Call her up and have a threesome I’mma fuck her til its 3’ some
We could smoke a lil weed or some, I don’t know if you could keep up
I don’t sleep for nothing, I don’t sleep for nothing,
Gotta bunch of Zannies you should eat some
Got some good pussy I’mma eat something, gotta bunch of bitches
I don’t need a woman, I’m a hoe,
Pop a Xannie then I pour, Pop a seal now its slow
Now a nigga never know, never let a nigga know
I be flexing on the low, still finessing on the low
Grab a bitch by her throat, Fuck a bitch til she sleep
Fuck a bitch til she sleep, Eat the pussy if its fleek, get some head from a freak
Fuck a bitch make it leak, fuck a bitch gotta geek
Fuck a bitch make a tweet, Nigga got some Good D, Aye

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause its dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Like I done it before, my niggas never bought a gun at the store
She sucking my dick like she done it before
Soon as I cum I don’t want it no more
I’mma beast, Rolls Royce No lease, Bad bitch no fleece
She picture perfect give her cheese, She just wanna bust a leak
Balmain on my jeans, for that pure I’m a fiend, I Go Crazy for codeine
She took a molly, took one for the team, I flooded my bitch and my bitch is Supreme
Might just throw on some Bape and call it a day, we don’t rock
We don’t rock Gucci, rather do Stussy
You niggas look gay, and the money is straight
Chopper hit you from long range, I grew up using Code names
I’mma do it for my last name, I’mma boss you should ask me
45 in the fast lane, screwed up like I’m Jay prince
Screws loose like I’m Raderic, If I did it before, I’ll do it again
AOD we did it, Magic City did it, KOD we Did it, V-Live we Did it, off in Onyx yeah I did it
Falling stars yeah I did it, Splurge in Follies
Lets get it, lets get it, lets get it

Like I done it before
Fuck on that bitch like I done it before
Fuck that lil bitch, you can have that lil hoe
I pop a Xan with some Dussé and coke
Like I done it before, she can’t talk cause this dick in her throat
I’mma pour me four in the Fanta, I need me some more of that water, I jumped off the Boat
Like I done it before, Fuck on them bitches I done that before
Riding in Benzes I done that before, Hop out the Maybach and hop in the Ghost
Like I done it before, done it before

Actin' Like This lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Dee Cosey)

[Chris Brown:]
Oh pardon me baby, tell me where you playing
Been on my mind, on my mind since the beginning
I leave you leaking, fuck 'round and drink it
Cause I'm off them drugs and you know a nigga peaking
This shit too easy for me cause I know that you leaving
Baby leave it for me, yeah
I'm off a blunt and I'm leaning, this time I might not remember
Baby that icy shit is getting old, old, old

Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it

I'm so annoyed, this shit I care about, you know
I just wanna hear you screaming out my name while I'm deep in your pussy
Got the Henny all in my system now, now I'm seeing things a little different now
Girl you ain't act right, give you that act right, baby when we get back to the crib
I love pulling your hair, baby put that ass in the air
Got the pussy flooding I swear and there ain't no other nigga out there
That's gon' smoke a blunt girl, I'm leaning, this night I might not remember
Girl I'm honest, I ain't gon' lie, girl that pussy a cutie pie

Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, yeah, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, I can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it

[Dee Cosey:]
Balling baby, they ain't trapping like this
Man I'm tweaking while I'm acting like this
Baby why you always treat me like shit?
Only acting like a bitch cause I give you good dick
Uber to the crib, fuck you on the mattress
With the city bullshit, I'm a savage
Both hands on your ass, let me grab it
There ain't another nigga like this
Girl get that money, it's do or die
Only see green, nigga color blind
Look at my watch, I can't tell the time
Girl when we turn up, we out our minds
Throw that out my pocket, never out of line
Kill the pussy, I ain't never lie
Know that kitty got 9 lives
Keep that for a nigga, yeah you got a nigga acting like this

[Chris Brown:]
Na na na, oh no, why you got a nigga acting like this?
Oh na na, why the pussy got me acting like this?
Oh no oh, can't believe that I'm acting like this
Oh no no, yeah you got a nigga acting like this in it

Love Gon' Go lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Ryan Toby)

Yeah, we just did it for the wave, for the wave, for the feel of it
For the pleasure, for the pain, be addicted to the thrill of it
We gon' have to be brave, we done done already, we killed it
Now we going to a whole new level and after that, another level 'til we limitless
She gon' do this forever, make a movie, pussy trilogy
Part 1, me on you, part 2, you on me, part 3, just we on we
And it's gon' be so lit baby, it's gon' be so lit
When it comes to the bed spring work, we just let things work, we the shit

Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go

Going on and on even when we both fuck up
You taking highways with checkpoints, take a break, you fucked up
You good under pressure, I get my phone, no more texting
The rules, you just bend 'em and stretch 'em and right now we sexing on sexing on sexing baby
The push and pull, that tossing and turning
That bronco, that raging bull, ride it like you earned it
You sure earned it babe, yeah and you know I earned you
When you and I ahead of time, learn each other, we can have supper at noon

Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go

This sex is a passionate art, let's put some paint where it ain't
Couple hickies, couple bites, scratches and marks, we need to leave marks
Marking that territory, like a flare gun, flash in the dark, so we know what we at with it
We used to do each other real good, now we do it real smart
Now the science and the math of it, we were two students of the craft of it
Our sex game was so fresh mane, but now we sex game graduates
Practised and mastered it, woah, #LoveGonGo, #LoveGonGo
Netflix and chill, that's how love gon' go

Now that's how this love gon' go and that's how this love gon' go
Anytime you need me in the bedroom
Love gon' go, go go go
We got the chemistry in the bedroom
We can fuck some more, baby girl we should fuck some more
'Til I know your body inside out and you know my body head to toe
But only if you don't mind, if you don't mind
If you don't mind baby, love gon' go

I Lean lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby & Tracy T)

Yeah, kinfolk, California kush, smell it through the vents though
Pimp flow, rolling through the 20s with my brm low
I been dope, I make your bitch bend over for some kins though
She wanna get nasty but just don't let her friends know
What's bracking P? What you need? I'm out of weed
Codeine, I got it, I'm spitting them 16s, a couple pills, tryna get to 100 mil
I'm moving mountains nigga, only seeing a couple hills
And you live in Hollywood, how that feel? Let's be real
Niggas thirsty, bitches dirty, I ain't worried
Niggas lying saying they 18 pushing 30, popping 30s, vision blurry, shipping 30s
A Golden State of mind with the assist to Curry
Gotta be ready to die when you playing that bloody Mary

Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean

Keep a fat bitch leaning, got one in the Four Seasons
Got a bitch that fuck for money, got one fucking for no reason
Got a deuce and a 20 and I'm flipping with these goonies
With the goonies with the pistol and the 50, it's a trilogy
Go up for the trap, filling 'em with the green shit
Had to move the thrash bags, told the plug I can't quit
How your nigga looking broke, that's some shit you can't fix
I got 100 in the drum, man shit, I can't hit
I just fuck her and forget about her, know I ain't shit
Got back to the chopper, had to get my chain licked
They came clean, I remake the boy for the same bitch
Oh you fuck, yeah I fuck to these, fuck the same bitch

Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean

Big gold chain and the dance piece
Fat rocking, trapping out the Bentley
Young nigga selling highs for the low
Lil bitch, pussy back, she get fired at the door
I'm the one, black Neyo, fat Leo
Lions, tigers, bears, my set like Nat Geo
Swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I'm swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I trap still, selling coke, this crack kills
I sip drank, I mix and match pills
I run plays all day, track and field
Go get your cat pill, tryna sell the crack still

Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean

Save The Drama lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Kevin Gates & Tracy T)

[Chris Brown:]
Gun shots, we lots
Hennessy, I don't really like scotch
At the don when I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets like fam you up
Dippers and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, better keep your face down
Get loud when that kick sound
You miss it, don't count up
No tops, no tops
Go to collect, we in Paris when we shop
You gotta give the man props
Your girl love a man lots
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a rumpa
If I tag her, gotta have her have a bumper
All that pussy, got it for ya like a drug
And I know she got that wagon from her mama

Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama

[Tracy T:]
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, fucking with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100 besties
See that's just for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to make it official
I forget that he mission, never forget the pistol
Thinking all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I might think you tripping
Really I be tripping, rolling with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, bitch you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a Bentley
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get enough nigga

[Chris Brown:]
Call it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me terrified
I can tell you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama

[Kevin Gates:]
Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the daily
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof everyday
I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man right on sight
Hit the high notes like Mariah
I done feel the bitch when the vibe is right
I'mma grow, I'mma get you high tonight
Balling up, whip the pussy, mine tonight
I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone ring
Keep your hands on me, just get it, frisk my waistband, ass and titties
Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million
Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm whipping
Hair on trap, that's 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening
Chris be get me it through chickens, raps on lap, big shit I did it
Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, matter of fact, big racks I get it
When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest

[Chris Brown:]
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your head's at
Got your attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set back
Just do me a favor and save the drama

Faded To Sade (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Lyrica Anderson)

[Chris Brown:]
We can match a blunt up, listening to Sade
Do just what you wanna, echoes in the attic but we fucking in the basement
Didn't notice that the sun up, we must have fell asleep to Sade
You give me a fever, I've been catching feelings I'm having trouble erasing

So it's all up to you girl, what's the point of playing cool?
All of us know girl you the shit, yeah you the truth

Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade

[Lyrica Anderson:]
Let's light another blunt up, getting faded to the Sade
Can I kiss it for a moment? I'll relax my body while you spelling "la de da di"

So it's all up to you boy, what's the point of playing games?
All of us know boy you the shit, boy you the truth

[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade

[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I really wanna play your game
I'm ready for the way you love, I think that it's about time for you to scream my name
Say oh, baby girl, you got that something
You know that one thing, you know what it is, your love, love

[Chris Brown:]
Baby I've been missing your love all night, jump on it
Cause baby I've been missing your love
So we gon' do it 'til the morning
Girl you ain't got shit to say unless you talking making love
Let's lay it down and play
Make you scream my name
I'm gonna play another love song
Gonna play that Sade, faded to Sade

[Chris Brown & Lyrica Anderson:]
Love, do it 'til the morning, yeah


Wrist (Remix) lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Jeezy & Young Thug)

[Young Thug & Chris Brown:]
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, wrist
It's Breezy, Tom Thugger
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip, four
Yeah, yeah!

[Chris Brown:]
Cause my wrist still dripping, 44's still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pouring nigga, I love big asses and tits (show me them titties)
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this

Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip

[Young Thug:]
Skrr, pull up in a Barbie
That's a brand new 16, 10-4
Excuse me, darling
Yeah, are you a nympho?
Baby are you for the police?
I ain't never ever got no info
Hoe, I'm sorry
In a nigga bitch mouth like Trident
I'mma, raise all the K's
AK's and SK's and Techs on my side
Better watch what you say
Cause I'm with that bullshit, I'm so ready to die
Right babe, what do you need?
I'm on the phone with my supplier
Bitch I'm armed like a sleeve
Don't get stuck with a knife

[Chris Brown & Young Thug:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip

[Jeezy:]
She told me murk it baby, no problem
I'mma kill that pussy like OJ
Then I'mma turn her over, hit her from the back
Talk to her like my name Rappin' 4-Tay
Slang that dope, get codeine
Make your whole body numb
You can call me the marathon man
Bitch I make your whole body run
My wrist dripping, your bitch tripping
Yeah she on my pole, she moving like a stripper
Rolled a swisha sweet, got her in my bed
She was on my dick and I was on the liquor
Wrist 100K, clips is 50 rounds
Bitch you know my seats is peanut butter brown
God damn, must be the bread
Got me fucking up her lace fronts, gimme that head

[Chris Brown:]
Bitch go ahead look at my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip

Rumors lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. Tyga)

[Tyga:]
Yeah, rumor has it that I'm armed
Somebody should have told them
When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching
You read the contract your man ain't breaching
Uh, and rumor has it
The jeweler wants his money
But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky, real comfy
And rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy
And rumor has it, I'm doing magic
David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick
Rumor has it, thought you had it
How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors

[Tyga:]
Uh, rumor has it, I'm a hazard
Don't give me no Hennessy, I might make some enemies
And rumor has it, I'm going broke, it's all smoke and mirrors
What happens when you smoke huh?
You start to see shit, start to believe shit
Can't read me cause you believe what you read bitch
And rumor has it I need you for me to make it happen
You believe that shit, you really smoking crack then
Came up from a small room packed in
Used to drink out the tap, now I'm tapped in
And rumor has it I'mma die rich
Yeah, me and all my stacks in my casket, cramped in
Rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout me
They don't know what to do about me
And rumor has it there's a rumor 'bout you
You a bitch ass nigga and I know it's true, yeah, yeah

[Chris Brown:]
Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors

Rumor has it that a nigga brazy, if you was me then you would do the same thing
And I know everybody gon' attack me, stop acting like these niggas like me
And I done fucked around and had a baby, I was running 'round pussy crazy
All these rumors, spreading like, you know I

Look at all these rumors, uh, surrounding me everyday
I just need some time, some time to get away
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said a story I know 'bout me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors
Look at all these rumors

If you got a problem, come see me my nigga
You know it's California baby
I pull up, hop out, anywhere my nigga, anywhere
Can't let waiting be your job, remember that, 500, so what?

Substance lyrics - Chris Brown (with OHB) (feat. HoodyBaby, Tracy T & Young Lo)

Right now you want OHB, yeah

Let's talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
You're making assumptions, but you know it's nothing
The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
It's 99 problems, can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only high bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
Throwing all of these bands for you

Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you

Girl who do you fuck when I ain't in the city?
Driving me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm tripping
Fuck it I'm tripping, I'm crazy, I'm whipping
My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
This neck just the bandages
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's?
Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
Damn, you fucking the enemy
I gave you the best of me
Showed her how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe

Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you

Substance abuse, substance from you
Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
This a 2 seater baby, you can't car pool
Got the old school move, like the car new
Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
Still cold hearted, say it's cold hearted
She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
No paper, we got the game like the arcade
Wonder which, I know you're gonna make it right for me
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
And baby, I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger
She gon' work, she lowkey in the Acura
Bitch ain't cuffing, your boy still a bachelor

Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you

4 in the morning, I'm thinking of you
Just got the ceiling, I'm pouring it through
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only asking this all cause of you
These Xannies got me tripping right now
Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me tripping right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losing my vision

Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you

In recover, rehabilitating for you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testing, making all the moves
We both getting fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch I'm sipping, you steady tripping and policting
Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain't posting pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drink, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches
You know that pussy my addiction
She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
Take a picture nigga, see how I'm living
Ain't going back to prison, I got felonies, dismissing the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face

"Royalty" (2015)



Back To Sleep lyrics - Chris Brown

I know it's late, I know it's late
And baby I can't focus (focus, focus, focus...), focus (focus, focus...)
I just flew in to town today
I'm hoping that you notice (notice), did you notice? (did you notice?)
I just posted my landing, oh
Wondering if the same old understanding, stands

I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around 'bout 3: 30
Usually you done by one, so baby when I wake you up

Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no (no, don't you talk)
Just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl rock you back

Now where you at? Just dropped my bags
I'm coming through to meet ya, oh yeah, to meet ya oh
I know you're almost half asleep but you know how much I need ya
Girl I need ya, oh
Gon' gimme that spare key, oh
But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh

I know you got work pretty early, I'll be around by 3: 30
Usually you're done one, so baby when I wake you up

Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no (no, don't you talk)
Baby just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl, rock you

Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
I know you want me, how you feel me cause you never disagree
So when you wake from your sleep, girl

Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no, girl don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me girl
Fuck you back to sleep girl, and rock you back

Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, fuck you back to sleep girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job, fuck you back to sleep girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love

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