Tyga

[fox69]

"Ayy Ladies"
(feat. Travis Porter)

"Ayy Ladies"
(feat. Travis Porter)



Aaughh [9x]

[Travis Porter]
Okay Now Ladies (Yeah)
If You Know You Bad (Yeah)
Don't Need No Man, Got Yo Own Bands
Put Up Yo Hands
If You Ah Top Notch Bitch, Let Me Hear You Holla
Bend It Over, Touch Yo Toe, Whip It Out,
Show Them Hoes Yo Bankroll, Slang It Out,
Do The Broke Hoe With It, Poke It Out,
DAMN Shawty You CAN Get It

[Tyga]
Ughh 1234 Give The Booty 5,
I Like My Bitches Real Thick, Lil More Thighs
Richer Than Yo Ol' Head, No Lie, Stacks In That
Pussy Hole, Call Dat The G-Spot,Real Gentlemen,
Fuck And Never Call Again, I'm Hot,
I'm Fresh Up Out Of Dat Water, I Didn't Even Swim
I Heard She Got Ah Nigga, Well He Can Be Yo Man,
Maan I Wouldn't Shake His Hand With Ah Broke Hand,
I Don't Fear Na Nigga, Boicoodam,
Make A Bitch Strip Butt-Naked Like She Pole Dance,
Standing In The Club On On A Couch Shit,
Grab The Mic, Then Announce This,

[Travis Porter]
Okay Now Ladies (Yeah)
If You Know You Bad (Yeah)
Don't Need No Man, Got Yo Own Bands
Put Up Yo Hands
If You Ah Top Notch Bitch, Let Me Hear You Holla
Bend It Over, Touch Yo Toe, Whip It Out,
Show Them Hoes Yo Bankroll, Slang It Out,
Do The Broke Hoe With It, Poke It Out,
DAMN Shawty You CAN Get It

[Tyga]
Man I Get It, Man I Get It, Get It In For real
She Ain’t With It,
I Ain’t Tripping Got One At The Crib
Planking On The Maybach, This Is How I Live
Give A Bitch Banana Dick, Then I Make Her Do The Split
Heard You Was A Trick, Trick Them Bitches You Ah Pimp
Man That Bitch Simple, You Ain’t Gotta Sip
I’m Flyer Than A Blimp Fly How She Getting Hit,
Wide Body Benz, Rosanning On The Whip, No Tan,
But Dat Heat Son, Burn A Bitch,
Niggas Straight Snitching, Report Like Journalist
Hell I’m On My Shit, Like Horses Is
Grab A Friend, Then Tell Her This This This,
Yup Yup

[Travis Porter]
Okay Now Ladies (Yeah)
If You Know You Bad (Yeah)
Don't Need No Man, Got Yo Own Bands
Put Up Yo Hands
If You Ah Top Notch Bitch, Let Me Hear You Holla
Bend It Over, Touch Yo Toe, Whip It Out,
Show Them Hoes Yo Bankroll, Slang It Out,
Do The Broke Hoe With It, Poke It Out,
DAMN Shawty You CAN Get It

 

[fox69]

"Ayye Bitch"

"Ayye Bitch"


Ayye bitch, T-Raww
Bad bitch, fuck her better with the lights on
Me go psycho in the pussy she don't mind at all
Me high off a molly, now I tell her fuck Big Sean
Psycho might go, niggas don't like no
Nigga getting money, want me dead like Castro
Jump her on my lap, then go yonkers to my odd flow
Top flow, telescope, watch her and die slow
(Fire flow) animal, cookie eat a rookie, I'm Geronimo
The diabolical, carnival
Eat the shit now I got holla toast
Halitosis I'm dopest nicca you ain't know this
Drop 150 on the yacht
Master, I’m a massacre, let the ice kill the watch
Fucking two bitches while my other bitch watch
My conceited bitch in London, she speaks so posh
Nigga is that Ti-na, nigga is that vo-ha
She fucked the whole crew, now the hoes wo-la
These days, too many lies, too many rhymes
Cashing out getting mine motherfucka, then I'm out
W-W-Well Done

 

[fox69]

"B.M.F."

"B.M.F."


First of all I ain't feeling y'all
Feel the fucking heat defrost
Fill the spoon full of food
Ain't enough to feed the room
I don't have to goon, twizla boy split you to
Cherry red Rover roof
Crips to confuse you
You can say I blue's you
Better than I bruised you
All you niggas copycats doing shit I used to
Oh you tatted too, nigga fuck you
My bitch ain't got no tatts I hit her from the back
I spend south of France all that other shit is wack
Sling shot it in the ear than I let the shit collapse
Money is my pet peeve, give me hourly
If there is none at all, than I'm pissed off
I listen to Rick Ross and I know Ricky Ross
I'm Leonardo in Inception, reserve my section
I do dreams put you in a bubble, Benz or Lexus
I Will Smith the necklace, I do it effortless
Bitch all eyes on me
The future's in my eyes,
Money brings bitches, bitches bring lies
One nigga jealous than the motherfucker dies
Figure you ain't scary if you did the crime
Now prepare it's dinnertime
Dimmer the lights, lemon with ice
Look it at twice it's fizzling sprite
Brown do the belly nice
No coca cola, I don't drink soda
Black beenie nigga, like a fucking smoker
They say I'm bout to blow up like super nova
Put your helmet on, the bulldozing dopiest
How you shitting on 'em and ain't got shit on 'em
It kills me to know it, you Melanie Fiona
Oh, remove yourself from my scrotum
Oh, remove yourself, remove yourself
Oh, remove yourself from my scrotum
Pull your whole car I thought I told you.

 

[fox69]

"Back 2 Basics"

"Back 2 Basics"


W-W-W- Well Done
Let’s try some different shit

I’m so flashy, you so ratchet
Throb jewels fashion with a pedal to matchin'
New Maybach, that’s a hit nigga
Could’ve been the 3rd member, the clips nigga
Listen niggas, I go grizzly that’s Memphis nigga
Ross rap that 24, ain’t gotta convince niggas
Early pimpin, throw like Blake Griffin
Lips zip it
Niggas gossip like it’s tradition
These bitches can’t drive my car
The melt engine, hell’s risen
Ride Diablo to a baptism, he Christian
Fear nothing but God, kill all except women and children
I don’t testify not in my interest
Persistence, diligence, the skill I bring can feed the hunger mission
Got the whole world, fill em on my brand but they won’t mention it
You afraid of my accomplishments
You a bitch, straight up got a taser for my bitch with a laser
And she just wishin' for a genie in the bottle
This is not a novel, we no feel for sorrow and it shine tomorrow
Super dollars like a super lotto, shootin' at yo collar
Now you sippin' soup to swallow
Go throwin' in the towel
Our time is now but we devour everything we offer
Then pop it up but drink and blow a sake
Mr. kick shit Myiagi
Wax on, wax off
Ferrari, she gon' lick the lolly
I am not the baby boy terazi, slick lody
Laughin at yo clown pose, you bust into you
I got arsenal, time to give to be impossible
Options to embarrass you, I just choose what God would do
Can’t waste my time on you
Fuckers can’t rhyme no more
Bout crime no more
Made so much money at home, didn’t even tour
My fans waitin', savin' up for greatness, I appreciate it
Let’s get back to basics

 

[fox69]

"Bad Bitches"
(feat. Gudda Gudda)

"Bad Bitches"
(feat. Gudda Gudda)



[Chorus]
All day long, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll, do it like Tony
Fuck her friend then I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Well its that nigga that you call T-Raw
Runnin' that money like Madoff
Yea she gave that blow job then she get it laid off
I ain't got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone
Sweatin' me like headbands, call that bitch Rondo
I'm fresher than the Prom hoe, teach ya we don't fly coach
Fuckin' but she act dumb, kick her out my condo
Real G's, Last King, Young Money ballin'
I give her a couple of shots and then she turn alcoholic
Metaphorically or Rhetoric
And I'm shittin' on your forehead
2 girls 1 cup...Yup
We did it again Last King YMCMB
I don't pay for bitches, bitches pay me

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2]
Uh, Knock knock, who the fuck is there?
A sign on my dick that say, "bad bitches come in here"
Make a freak whore, detour straight to my partna room and let him beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick 'em I don't tip 'em like a stripper man
I got a ton of chicks under my belt like a zipper, yea
Walk up in the club, pick 'em out and then I pick 'em off
Pick 'em up and then knock em down and them I drop 'em off
I'ma dog keep your girl from round my type of shit or she'll be milk box material
And missing for the night man this shit is just that easy
When your pockets sittin' right
I turn my bed into a stage and let your girl rock on my mic

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bad Bitches (Remix)"
(feat. Gudda Gudda, 2 Chainz)

"Bad Bitches (Remix)"
(feat. Gudda Gudda, 2 Chainz)



[Hook - Tyga:]
All day long
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Big bank roll
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Well it's that nigga you call T-raw
Runnin' that money like Madoff
Yeah she gave that blowjob
Then she gettin' laid off
I ain't got no time ho
Stop blowin' up my cell phone
Sweatin' me like headband
Call that bitch Rondo
I'm fresher than the prom ho
Teach her, we don't fly coach
She fuckin' but she act dumb
Kick her out my condo
Real G's, Last King, Young Money ballin'
I give her a couple of shots and then she turned an alcoholic
Methaphorically I'm a toilet
And I'm shittin' on your foreheads
2 girls 1 cup
Yup
We did it again Last King, YMCMB
I don't pay for bitches
Bitches pay me uhh

[Hook - Tyga:]
All day long
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Big bank roll
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only

[Verse 2 - Gudda Gudda:]
Knock knock
Who the fuck is there?
Sign on my dick that say
Bad bitches come in here
Make a freak whore, detour
Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick em'
I don't tip em' like a stripper
Man I gotta' ton of chicks under my belt
Like a zipper
Yeah
Walk up in the club
Pick em' out and then I pick em' off
Pick em' up and knock em' down
And then I drop em' off
I'mma dog
Keep you girl from around my type
Or she'll be milkbox material
And missin' for the night
Man this shit is just that easy
When yo' pockets sittin' right
I turn my bed into a stage
And let yo' bitch rock on my mic

[Hook - Tyga:]
Uhhh
All day long
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Big bank roll
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only

[Verse 3 - 2 Chainz:]
First I check my Rolley
Then say "watch me do it"
Watch me do it, show you how to cook like Martha Stewart
I want some cheesecake I have you walkin' to it
Plus I stack my money tall don't you walk in to it
Just do it all I do is smoke jet fluid
Fuck her with my chain on so my charm can hit her booty
Outrageous with the Louis I'm a fashionaire
Ever since 16 I been a fuckin' thousandaire
They know me by my nickname in the dealership
And all my shows are funeral homes I keep killin' shit
You used to get money so you reminisce
And if yo' bitch get with this she'll get benefits

[Hook - Tyga:]
All day long
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Big bank roll
Do it like Tony
Fuck her friend
Then I pass her to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick
Bad bitches only

 

[fox69]

"Baller Alert"
(feat. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross)

"Baller Alert"
(feat. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross)



Alright girls, get up and let's get this money
You know what time it is, it's ballers in here baby
Big ballers, lets get it!

[Tyga:]
Baller alert, it's baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it's baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it's baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Ballin' every year, I'm the baller of the year, yeah

Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Yeah, I tear them all up every year
Yeah I'm tearin' cars up every year
I'm the baller of the year, yeah

Uh, drop it to the floor bitch like it's on fire
Hmm oh my God, why the fuck you lying?
Brand new Rari, did I lease it? Did I buy it?
Why the fuck it matter bitch? You will never drive it
Baller alert, yeah I'mma need a driver
Pull up to the valley, the keys is in the ashtray
Last time I checked nigga you was in last place
Last Kings Records, I'mma scream it 'till my last day
Gamblin' with the cash, that's how you let the band play
You see them rings? 50k for that handshake
Baller alert and now I'm being Instagrammed
Baller alert, Yeah all my niggas millionaires

Work for them dollars yeah
Work for them dollars yeah
Work for them dollars yeah

Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Yeah, I tear them all up every year
Yeah I'm tearin' cars up every year
I'm the baller of the year, yeah

[2 Chainz:]
Magic City day time just for breakfast
Magic City night time to see a Lexus
Tity 2 necklace, you gon' respect this
I'm bout to put getting checks on my check list
Geek and watching Escobar on Netflix
I'm the type to buy shit for my next bitch
Make it so bad, we matching
Tell her send the pussy through the snap chat
While you come in creeping, I was in the deep end
Jammin' on The Weeknd, South Beach for the weekend
Balling, balling, balling, balling, balling, balling
And my phone ring it mean the money calling
Put your hand up, you got 100 dollars
Put 2 hands up, you got 100 thousand
Coming straight from the public house
So tell me how the fuck I get a bunch of houses

[Tyga:]
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Yeah, I tear them all up every year
Yeah I'm tearin' cars up every year
I'm the baller of the year, yeah

[Rick Ross:]
Like a boss
Took your bitch to Buduka cause that booty been the bomb
Got the Beamer, got the Bentley, push the top like I'm Lebron
Avianca, Escobar, but don't make me drop a bomb
60 bitches, Magic City, got 'em dancing like they get it
Popping pussy, dream chasing, I might fly this bitch to Philly
I might let the top down if she keep her head this pretty
I love models, I'm a baller, I'm a shooter, I'm a starter
I'mma holler, know I got her, tell her friend just what I bought her
Never post her to the page and if I do, she gotta swallow
Yeah I live in 3-0-5, still calling at the bottle
Drafted straight into the pros, we never did a day of college
Holla

[Tyga:]
Work for them dollars yeah
Work for them dollars yeah
Work for them dollars yeah

Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah
Yeah, I tear them all up every year
Yeah I'm tearin' cars up every year
I'm the baller of the year, yeah

Baller alert, it's a baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it's a baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Baller alert, it's a baller alert
Work for them dollars, yeah
Ballin' every year, I'm the baller of the year, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Ballin"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Ballin"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Chorus: K-Mac]
Ballin Like A Bitch, You Can't Tell Me Nothin'
Cause I'm Ballin Like Bitch
(Uh-Uh-Huh) Filthy Ass Rich
Swimming In This Money
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A - Ballin' Like A
Ballin' Like Bitch, B-B-Ballin' Like Bitch, (Uh-Uh-Huh)
Filthy Ass Rich, Swimming In This Money
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A - B-Ballin' Like A

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, BBC Hat Clean Diamond Snap Hook
Take A Picture With It, Like It's My Last Look
Gold Mac Book, Cost $100, 000 G's
I Don't Fuck With Rats, I Throw Away The Cheese
I'm Ballin' Baby, You See This Nigga Shine
I'm Running Shit (CB laughs) Finish Line
K-Mac Cook That Beat, I Eat Like It's Dinner Time
Awards Show Gimme Mine, Loud And Clear (Intercom)
Listen Up, I Show You How To Stunt
Pocket Full Of Money, You Should See What's In The Trunk
That Bass Got that Bump, That Shit That Make You Jump
Ballin' Like I'm Bitch, Throw It Up, Slam Dunk
V-Neck Like A Quedo, Rollin' Dice In The Casino
Three Bad Chicks Rollin' Trips (Cee-Lo)
What's Done Is Done, Ain't No Coming Back
I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Roger That, It's Breezy Baby

[Chorus: K-Mac]
Ballin Like A Bitch, You Can't Tell Me Nothin'
Cause I'm Ballin Like Bitch (Uh-Uh-Huh) Filthy Ass Rich
Swimming In This Money Cause I'm Ballin' Like A, B-Ballin' Like A.
I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch
B-B-B-Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Do My Shit
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Take Your Shit.

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, Snap Back, Nigga Back Up In This Bitch
Throwing By The $100's Watchin' Strippers Do The Splits
Go On Hit That Flex, I Ain't Trippin' On The Bitches
Probably, 1 out of a 10 In California, I Ain't Hit
Bitch, I'm Raw Smell That Shit,
Hold Your Jaw Up In Your Lips
Get A Silly Straw, Have A Sip [laughs]
Mo'Fuckin' Tyga, She Ain't Met Me, Then She Lying
I Pull That Rocker Out Nigga, David And Goliath
Melt Your Fuckin' Face Boy, Like That Nigga On The Wire
Them Niggas Washed Up Need A Dryer, Dry 'Em
Free My Brother Weezy, Now We Back Up On Your TV,
I'm Rollin' At 250 Speedin' Me My Nigga Breezy
Right Behind Me, Range-Rove, T-Real ?
Bunch A Bad Bitches Tongue Tied And Bitches What It Do?
It's Young Money Till The Death Bed
If Anything, We The Best ? And It's Probably... This

[Chorus: K-Mac]
Ballin Like A Bitch, You Can't Tell Me Nothin'
Cause I'm Ballin Like Bitch (Uh-Uh-Huh) Filthy Ass Rich
Swimming In This Money Cause I'm Ballin' Like A, B-Ballin' Like A

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch
B-B-B-Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Do My Shit
Cause I'm Ballin' Like A Bitch, Ballin' Like A Bitch,
Ballin' Like A Bitch, Watch Me Take Your Shit.

[Beat Fades]

 

[fox69]

"Bang Out"
(feat. Easy E & Ice Cube)

"Bang Out"
(feat. Easy E & Ice Cube)



[Verse 1: Tyga]
Hold up, money talk so you know what?
Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz
Rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin with no scrub
Niggas want connects, got no plugs
Nigga say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up
Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up
Went on a bang, Went on a bang
Bitches came for me and my nigga eazy
Threw that bitch out, got that ho one way
Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way
That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper
I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even
T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer

[Hook]
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it
Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing
Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin
Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
The room, keep it
I fucked now I don’t need it
T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver
Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller
The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er
Then they act up, call the backup
Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered
Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up
Yea, bitin on er ear
Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir
I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared
Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got?

[Hook]
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin
Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the shit bump
I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I’mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born
But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die
I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit
I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip

[Outro: Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch
So if I’m poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in em

 

[fox69]

"Banjo"
(with Chris Brown)

"Banjo"
(with Chris Brown)



[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker
Guess it's ho season (bitch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features
I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one gimme that ISO
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, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor shit
Bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up

[Hook x2]

[Tyga:]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch
Let's make that clear
You here with a Elf ear
Hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby
On my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive
That's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering
Can't count on you niggas man, only count Benjamins
He my closest friend
My wrist's a risk
Ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit
I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it (now give it some date)
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang

[Hook x2]

[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something
Damn, I'ma need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister

[Hook]