Bunkin’ Chris Brown & Tyga (Ft. Jay 305 & T.I.)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Where my real bitches at?
One hunnid
Keep that shit one hunnid
One hunnid

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

[Interlude: Jay 305]
I don't know if you know how it feel to ride down Sunset watchin' the sunset (Damn, bitch)
California, Los Angeles, nigga (That ain't your problem though)
What's happenin' though? Look

[Verse 1: Jay 305, Jay 305 & Chris Brown]
My bitch grind (My bitch grind)
My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums (I'm from the slums)
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my, uh)
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months (Fuckin' months)
Told her hold my spot, I'm on the run (Skrrt)
I got my motherfuckin' J's on, finna hit Arkansas
Get these Oxy's off
Come back to L.A., fight my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fuckin' bitches like yo' missus
Flip 'em like a case of rum (Yeah)
Back to business, flippin' digits (Yeah, yeah)
Splittin' switches with my niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin' (Uh, uh)
Comin' out the county jail, smell like bubbly
Yo' momma love it
Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga