Theraflu Chris Brown

[Intro]
Yeah (Let's go), look

[Verse]
My bank account tellin' me to calm down (What?)
The billboards tellin' me to climb down (What?)
Ha, niggas pillow talkin', let me find out (Yikes!)
Could give a fuck about later, bitch, I'm on now (Yeah! Boy!)
Ha, you know just shine is what I do though (Yeah, boy!)
Bitch, you know I'm flexin', I bought a necklace and a two-door (Yeow! Two-door)
Monday in the Rollie (Rollie), Tuesday in the Hublot (Hublot, yeah!)
R&B killin' rap niggas, that's just what I do though (Ha! Do though)
These niggas is lame, they always complainin', doin' the same shit (Yeah! Yessir)
Stay all up on Twitter, tryna get followers, suckin' the same dick (Yeah! Yessir)
I'm tired of these niggas, tired of arguin' over the same bitch (What?)
Niggas funny like comics, I'm wealthy, nigga, I ain't rich (Haha)
My shit be up in galleries (Hahaha), a million when I paint, bitch (True)
Pop records bought me this Ferrari, that's the lane switch (Yeah!)
Switch it up on you niggas, watch my number change (Yeah!)
Grown up on you niggas, yeah, my number changed
Hit-Boy, all these rappers wastin' beats
I bought all my clique toys, ain't no niggas wastin' heat (Brap!)
Yeah, I talk that big noise, A.K.A., I'm TNT
I blow that shit up, get up, this boy you can't get rid of (Yeah!)
Don't fuck with my old bitch, just like a bad fur
Every industry nigga done had her (Yeah, oh, no)
Trick or treat like a pumpkin just to smash her (Yup)
Bitches breakin' codes, but I'm the password (Fuck)
Now it's time for young niggas to shut down shit (Do it)
If you yappin' in the club, then you surrounded (Down)
They say he trippin' on some greyhound shit (Ha)
He didn't listen, now he listenin' to the ground, bitch (Ow)
Put him out, he's sleepin'
With all them sneakers on his chest, he barely breathin'
Like it's lights out, he took a beatin'
Hand on his chest, holdin' his heart, pledge of allegiance