[Intro: Bow Wow]
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Wizzle
YMCMB, nigga
[Verse 1: Bow Wow, Chris Brown]
Uh, put my ex-girlfriend on time out (Yeah!)
Now I'm with my new bitch, knockin' her spine out (Yeah!)
Rollin' up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though (Cyeah!)
Party with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes (Wizzle)
I party hard like Charlie Sheen (Yeah!)
Used to Ferraris, been drivin' it since seventeen (Yeah, yeah!)
Cash Money, Young Money, baby (Yeah!)
You already know I get it poppin', ask your lady (Ayy man, ayy man)
Sellin' out the Garden when I want to like JAY-Z (Cyeah!)
Right now I'm killin' 'em (Cyeah!), broad of hoes, fillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Treat 'em like construction sites, you know that I'm drillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Half these rappers soft as fuck, I swear to God they ain't fittin' in (Wizzle, Wizzle)
Me and Chris in Greenhouse (Yeah!)
In Miami, in, in the club, buy the bar out, Stunna, bring the cars out
"Hey, where you comin' from, Bow?" F-Fresh off the movie set
(Uh-oh) Yeah, there's another check (Stuntin')
Now these haters upset
Rappers twice my age ain't done what I done yet (Ayy, bop!)
I ain't even done yet (Nah), this is the beginnin'
Steppin' off that G4 in some brand-new linen
Fresh, yes, I'm the motherfuckin' best (Yeah)
Walkin' through life with no regrets (Yeah)
Shit, I ain't trippin' (No), you know I be chillin' (Wizzle)
Rico, where you buy that shit? Doggin', got me wiggin'
Yeah, my game up, and you play what? Do somethin' and I dare ya (Cyeah!)
Rearrange your face and now somebody gotta repair it (Cyeah!)
I'm the best there is and the best there was like Bret Hart, all bite, no bark (Rawr!)
My bank account and my work ethic, that's what settin' us apart (Yeah!)
Heat game (Yeah), court-side (Yeah), me and all my niggas (Hey)
Keepin' my (Yeah) hands clean (Yeah), my bodyguards pull triggers (Bop!)
My paper on giant (Yeah!), your paper on midget (Yeah!)
Fuck all my enemies who tend to be kin to me
Shit, beggin' me, screamin' with they hands out (Yeah!)
But I don't give no hand out (Nah)
Put me in a room and watch me stand out
I'm done talkin' to these niggas, man
I'm 'bout to go ahead and talk about Breezy now, homie (Yeah, look)
Hold me down, homie (Huh)
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Wizzle
YMCMB, nigga
[Verse 1: Bow Wow, Chris Brown]
Uh, put my ex-girlfriend on time out (Yeah!)
Now I'm with my new bitch, knockin' her spine out (Yeah!)
Rollin' up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though (Cyeah!)
Party with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes (Wizzle)
I party hard like Charlie Sheen (Yeah!)
Used to Ferraris, been drivin' it since seventeen (Yeah, yeah!)
Cash Money, Young Money, baby (Yeah!)
You already know I get it poppin', ask your lady (Ayy man, ayy man)
Sellin' out the Garden when I want to like JAY-Z (Cyeah!)
Right now I'm killin' 'em (Cyeah!), broad of hoes, fillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Treat 'em like construction sites, you know that I'm drillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Half these rappers soft as fuck, I swear to God they ain't fittin' in (Wizzle, Wizzle)
Me and Chris in Greenhouse (Yeah!)
In Miami, in, in the club, buy the bar out, Stunna, bring the cars out
"Hey, where you comin' from, Bow?" F-Fresh off the movie set
(Uh-oh) Yeah, there's another check (Stuntin')
Now these haters upset
Rappers twice my age ain't done what I done yet (Ayy, bop!)
I ain't even done yet (Nah), this is the beginnin'
Steppin' off that G4 in some brand-new linen
Fresh, yes, I'm the motherfuckin' best (Yeah)
Walkin' through life with no regrets (Yeah)
Shit, I ain't trippin' (No), you know I be chillin' (Wizzle)
Rico, where you buy that shit? Doggin', got me wiggin'
Yeah, my game up, and you play what? Do somethin' and I dare ya (Cyeah!)
Rearrange your face and now somebody gotta repair it (Cyeah!)
I'm the best there is and the best there was like Bret Hart, all bite, no bark (Rawr!)
My bank account and my work ethic, that's what settin' us apart (Yeah!)
Heat game (Yeah), court-side (Yeah), me and all my niggas (Hey)
Keepin' my (Yeah) hands clean (Yeah), my bodyguards pull triggers (Bop!)
My paper on giant (Yeah!), your paper on midget (Yeah!)
Fuck all my enemies who tend to be kin to me
Shit, beggin' me, screamin' with they hands out (Yeah!)
But I don't give no hand out (Nah)
Put me in a room and watch me stand out
I'm done talkin' to these niggas, man
I'm 'bout to go ahead and talk about Breezy now, homie (Yeah, look)
Hold me down, homie (Huh)
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