Best of My Love Justine Skye (Ft. Chris Brown)

[Intro: Justine Skye]
It work
Hol' up, hol' up

[Verse 1: Justine Skye]
Oh, you don't love me like that (Like that)
Send you a text, you don't write back (Nigga, nah)
I got ninety-nine problems, oh
I don't give a fuck, so I drop it low
Ooh, you don't love me like you used to
Uh, shit changed, baby, we through
Nigga, give me all my time back
The Hublot and that Rollie on your wrist, woah (Yeah)
Ass on fleek, know you lookin' for it (Lookin' for it)
Eyes on me (Me), you see them Tom Fords? (Ah!)
Now you see me dancin' with another guy
Pussy nigga, you ain't on the same level (Pussy nigga, yeah)
See me in the Range, Porsche 911 (911)
Got a new main, so I know you jealous (Yeah)
I ain't worried ‘bout a thing, tryna get my lettuce (Money)
Baby, hol' up, wait a minute

[Chorus: Justine Skye, Chris Brown, Justine Skye & Chris Brown]
Now you want it all bad?
'Cause you got the best of my love (Got the)
You got the best of my love (Woah-oh)
'Cause you got the best of my love (Got the)
Gave you the best of my love (Woah-oh)
'Cause you got the best of my love
You got the best of my love (Woah-oh)
'Cause you got the best of my love
Gave you the best of my love