Everybody Chris Brown (Ft. Young Lo)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Alright, now I said I wouldn't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up
Huh
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Shit

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night 'cause
See these niggas tryna get you to they table (Woo)
And hit you up later like, "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the playbook
Keepin' horses in the stable (Yeah)
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it (Do it)
Wish a nigga would (C'mon, baby)
Throwin' this paper (Ha!)