[Chorus - Chris Brown:] Pull up in that all black mask with the.40 on my side Couple shots and this shit shut down Pop a 100 bottles in the club and we still turnt up even after the shit shut down We gon get wild, got that shit shut down We blowing loud, got that shit shut down Pull up on ya, getting this shit shut down You can fuck around and get this shit shut down
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:] All I do is hustle for the benefits And with the Money Team but I don't need a membership I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whips I'm blowing loud like it was a Sega Genesis I can tell you niggas what the business is I bet I take a nigga food before he finish it Take an L nigga you don't know what winning is I be pushing like I don't know what the limit is Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep Balling like a pro Man that Cali's... so I'm back on fleek You ain't talking bout money now I'm in the streets Cause you don't know who came with the heat Cause you and your crew looking weak, hey
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[Verse 2:] Run up in your trap, it's a kick though Caught you with your pants down, this a shit show Call me... staring high, nigga let the clip go I'll whoop a pussy nigga like Klitschko Now my old bitch tripping, she won't let go Say my attitude bad but my dick gold Young nigga trap in designer I thought I remind ya My meat is turkey lasagna Why I got the birds, what the business is? Got my Lamborghini really, I don't need a bitch I just met the plug in San Antonio I send the bitch and the pack down to Tokyo Same day turn around on some merri-go And my weed so loud I can't hear ya ho And you know you dismissed before you exist bitch
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[Verse 3:] Bitch we out here bracking, what the business is I just put a mili out the trap and bought the dealership Back to back Lambs for the butter black Ghost Told her I just want the cream, swear these niggas like toast Bought an all red beam and it came with a scope While these niggas talking chickens I just get it out the boat Ship it for the highest ticket, right now it's for the low All my bitches for the shit cause I can't fuck with square hoes Low
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[Verse 4 - Kid Red:] I ain't never been afraid of a nigga Black Rozay, 12 gauge on a nigga Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a nigga Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a nigga, oh Lord Nigga be wyling on bitches Kicking down doors That's cause we come from them trenches No we can't fuck with them snitches Tipping on Vogues, always be all with the business Nigga mighta ran up in your trap spot Get it then I'm gone 30 white bitches on my hip, that's a jackpot Heading to the bank cause we busy bout to cash out, woah Blackout, no All the nigga ransom in your trap house That's a blackout woah
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[Verse 5:] 50 round clip'll get this bitch shut down Kicking field goals, catching plays, touch down All my niggas on the mission, opp shit, man down Flexing hard, diamonds dancing like they Chris Brown nigga I caught a plug got them packs sent down I'm flexing when my niggas got them bands right now If that goofy wanna snitch I got the Ruger right now 30 shots do it to your right now, aye And you know how we rocking Fucking with bad bitches on coke and molly Put molly in Act now we turnt in the party Too turnt in the party, we don't even got no option You know my gang and we running shit Always be 100 billion bitch
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