Dolce Chris Brown (Ft. Young Blacc)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
They say, "Fuck it, where your friends at?"
We say, "Fuck it, where the bands at?"
We say, "Bitch, you buy the car? No" (No)
I tell the bitch I love the bottle
Bitch, you be busy, why you callin'?
See that bitch is poppin' bars now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a fuck what your ho say (Ho say)
Pourin' Dolce, Dolce, yeah
Why you playin' 'round? Need to bring that body here
I'm divin' in, I eat it all day (All day, yeah)
I don't give a fuck what your ho say

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Baby, you the finest, booty bouncin'
That's why I put you in designer, I'm movin' mountains (Bricks)
Haters get the fuck from 'round, we don't fuck around
You know when you hear that chopper sound, somebody got laid down (Do-do-do-do-do)
Hasta luego (Oh)
Play with the bricks like they Legos (Oh)
Too drunk, I'ma fuck up my kidneys (Oh)
Come take out my brain like Play-Doh (Yeah)
All my killers, they do what I say so (Say so)
All my bitches say dame un beso (Beso)
Got a bitch who just do what I need (Need)
Hold a burner and roll up my weed and mind her business (Weed)
It's hard to tell if she really loves me
Or is it the Dolce
I'm too fucked up at the moment (Huh)
To even recognize your face
We was too fucked up (Ooh)