[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah) Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate) Bitch, better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah) You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate) Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches It done started up a epidemic It don't make a difference, nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin' Hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate) You better step down to me Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate) I don't like when I lose (I don't) If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate) Do anything that I want to Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics I never lie, but the truth is I'm fuckin' tired of these losers And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh Pretty, with a face full of scars All they did was build me up, try to take me apart They ain't ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label Call the doctor, heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the corner I heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona I got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate) All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah) Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy) All we do is win, you a loser to me Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner) You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me) Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah) Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's) Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas] Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'? What you utter? Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then Shut up 'fore I spank you for actin' up Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause bitches bad as fuck And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners Nigga look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate) And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate) You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate) And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate) You don't really wanna see Brown Need to stop all that shit talkin', put the seat down Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate) I'ma drill these niggas, I should grill these niggas Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon Ho, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty" I said, "Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga"
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both] They must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze) Oh, you want war? Say no more Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner) You better be sure, better be sure I'm the realest nigga that I know And I'm so bored, I might switch cars I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze) The neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want? Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze) Listen, nigga, mind your business, I'm so sick of niggas Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner) Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride I was watchin', you was shoppin' Ain't never had the shit in my size Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin' And your bitch keep hittin' my line It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin' So (celebrate)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
