[Intro: Chris Brown]
Turn the beat up a lil' more
Yeah, ha, uh
Real, real, yeah
Okay, hahaha
Look, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Every other day, say I'm somethin' I'm not
Motivation is paper, my car fresh off the lot
Money maker, I'm chasin' my dream right up the block
Family cook up that bakin' soda, fresh up out the pot
Got 'em like '08
Never mechanical, never a fuckin' robot
I ball through the years, that's somethin' you don't know 'bout
Virginia ass nigga with my hand on my cock
Give a fuck about a flop 'cause I land on the top
Yeah, and if I died tomorrow, would you give a fuck?
Takin' all these shots, I'm tryna live it up
Go tell that bad bitch she need to give it up
There's real niggas over here, she need to get with us
Looky, looky, I'm hoggin' up all the pussy
Nigga Jordan to the game but I hustle like a rookie
All this ice, I need a sleigh
If a nigga wanna fade
In this Audemars Piguet
In this all-black coupe
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