[Intro]
(League of Starz)
(Sorry Jaynari)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Gold chains, gold chains
Gettin' money, gon' and watch these hoes change
I'm in the party, got these bitches off of molly and they rollin'
Bitches poppin' pills like it's for pain
In their eyes, I'm the shit
Molly probably fantasizin' all about my dick
Only one real n***a, take a pic
And all you haters, I'ma take your bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n***a in the club see the same ho
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all n***as in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke n***a
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Too many cars, a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade, that’s a chin up
If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your ho for dinner
She said that she a virgin, but I fucked her in Virginia, haha
I ate her at the Supper Club
Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups
Now every n***a in here seein' if you tryna fuck
And every n***a in here schemin', gon' try your luck
Ha, I'm A-1
No steak sauce, n***a, they spray dumb
It's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple holes in your face like Jason
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n***a in the club see the same ho
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all n***as in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke n***a
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Problem]
If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so (Diamond)
Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho (What?)
How you do that there? (Problem) Bitch, let the blunt go (Huh?)
[Verse 3: Problem]
Oh, yeah, be that boy chachi
Blowin' bomb, kamikaze, hella rocky
You gettin' sloppin' toppy from your papi
Tell him knock me
Oh, shit, your man on there's off a show
Drop me like a bad habit
A rare hater, tough shit
Don't motherfuckin' work like a broke gadget (Nope)
Pretty boy with him, so savage
He eat these pussies 'round me before toe taggin' on my mind (What?)
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n***a in the club see the same ho
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all n***as in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon’ stutter rap
Thought so, can’t do it like this, broke n***a
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?
Hell no, you can’t smoke my drugs, so
Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
