[Intro: Chris Brown]
Yeah, 500
You see
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Huh, now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip, so I'ma take a nigga bitch
Yeah, got two gundred on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Huh, every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
Twenty-four/seven 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 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 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 the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here, he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga, don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a D-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound gon' keloid, why you mad, nigga?
Yeah, 500
You see
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Huh, now usually I don't do this
But a nigga wanna trip, so I'ma take a nigga bitch
Yeah, got two gundred on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Huh, every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
Twenty-four/seven 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 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 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 the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here, he gettin' beat down
Pause, nigga, don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a D-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound gon' keloid, why you mad, nigga?
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