[Hook: Chris Brown] She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range First class to the jet (yeah! ) Got more money than her ex Way more money than her ex And he ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl But he ain't nothing like me, girl [Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign] He complain about your spending I hand you the card, tell you spend it Master P, no limit I let you do you, girl He don't put no gas in your car, nah We hit the lot and buy cars, girl He fuck you every blue moon I hit it till the sun come up That's why I fuck with you girl You ain't looking for no come up Your nigga ain't about his money He got zeros, I got commas He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles We pulling up on Forgiato's All of my niggas got money That nigga can't pull out a hundred

[Verse 1: 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 maintainin', bitch No, this ain't no (?) shit Break a neck on some Busta shit (?) 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 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

[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 B...

[Verse 1: 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

[Intro] Yeah Give a fuck about ya nigga, baby That nigga weak [Verse 1: 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

[Verse 1: 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 t...

[Hook: Chris Brown] It's 'bout to go down Baby, you gonna get your wish tonight Wherever you are, I'll be by your side tonight [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Fucking with the lights on Know you had a hard day Said she on her period, she told me just to fuck with face She would never let me down Only one to pick me up Even bought a pound for a nigga 'Bout to roll it up

[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 told her hide out in ? My truck jumping 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] My bitch fine Got your main bitch on my side, on time

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Baby tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing You got them lining up and running [?] 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 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 [?] It's yo shit, It's yo shit (Oh the way you put it on me) It's yo shit, It's yo shit

[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 [Verse 1: 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'ma 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, bette...

[Chris Brown - Hook] Girl you know we got that time Got that p*ssy on my mind Later on what are we doing? I know you're ready, show that ass Girl you're looking so bad Getting horny watching you do it Girl I wanna kiss it While you can sing it girlfriends I wanna see a whole lot of licking That's some memory Bet I make that p*ssy remember me [Verse 1] 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 As I skate pass, 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, su...

[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 [Verse 1: 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 [?] 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 ...