Socialize Chris Brown (Ft. Kevin Gates, Young Blacc & Young Lo)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh-woah
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Actin' all sadity when a nigga in your city
Fame goin' to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a ho, that's a no no
In the mornin', Shade Room, she be tellin' all your business
And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flyin' out the coop
Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot
And bitches all on my 'Gram, I'm tryna make a hundred million
Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stackin' 'em to the ceilin' (Baby, baby)
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 tell on your partners, ow!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin', then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club tryna socialize