[Hook: Chris Brown]
She working that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable
She be working that body, I'mma leave broke, leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'mma leave broke, leave broke
[Verse 1: Famous Fresh]
Baby got a booty like a onion
In Secret Sunday, poppin' bottles, throwin' money
Lame n***as in the corner, broke, ballin' on a budget
Baby droppin' from the cellin', bust it open for one hunnit, you bad
Lookin' like you came out a pageant
All that a**, like you made by Satan
Got all this cash like n***a was Italian
My car go fast, let me take you to my palace, skrr
Her body marked up with ink
Brown skin with her weave
She a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets
Somethin' sweet to eat, sadity
Shoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy
When she move got a n***a hypnotized, no Biggie
She only f** with bad boys like Diddy
So you wanna ride with me, top down through the city
Cuban links and gold Rollies
Birkin bags filled with dead homies
Damn it's my type
But shawty, back that a** up for me, worldie
Workin' her body like she a pro
Twerkin' slow, touchin' her toes
Up and down on that pole
Got me throwin' bread 'til I go broke
[Hook: Chris Brown]
She working that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable
She be working that body, I'mma leave broke, leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'mma leave broke, leave broke
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Girl come and vibe with a rich n***a
I'm rockin' skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger
I pay 100 for that a**, I'm a sick n***a
I'm pourin' up the codeine, I don't sip liquor
Man these f** n***as ballin' on a budget
b**hes know that I been ballin' and I love it
Martian lens, we smokin' skins ups and a bucket
Hou-Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothin'
I got a b**h with a body, call her ba** and percussion
With my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin'
You cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin'
I'm African bandstand, how my n***as is drummin'
And you n***as wanna be like
Smokin' weed and flyin' on a G5
Bust a gun for my n***as from the east side
n***a sling gold records like bean pies
I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole
You know all my lil n***as is trained to go
Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold
In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh
I'm throwin' 100s and givin' them babies, yeah
And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Cause she working that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable
She be working that body, I'mma leave broke, leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'mma leave broke, leave broke