Nothin’ Like Me Chris Brown & Tyga (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign, Chris Brown]
She don't think that I can change
So I switched from a Benz to a Range (Oh-oh)
First class to the jet (Yeah)
I got more money than her ex (Oh)
Way more money than her ex (Oh-woah)
And he ain't nothin' like me, girl
I done showed you shit you never seen, girl (Oh-woah)
He ain't nothin' like me, girl

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Dolla $ign)
He complain about spendin' (Spendin')
I hand you the card, tell you spend it (Ooh, yeah)
Master P, no limit (Limit)
I let you do you, girl (You, girl)
He don't put no gas in your car, no (Car, no)
We hit the lot and buy cars, girl (Cars, girl)
He fuck you every blue moon
I hit it 'til the sun come up (Come up)
That's why I fuck with you, girl (You, girl)
You ain't lookin' for no come up (Ooh yeah)
Your nigga ain't about his money
He got zeros, I got commas (Yeah)
He buyin' drinks, I'm buyin' bottles (Bottles)
We pullin' up on Forgiato's (Forgiato's)
All of my niggas got money (Money)
That nigga can't pull out a hunnid (Ooh yeah)