Cyeah, it's me and C Breezy
You know, okay I'll admit it, we f**ed up
I'm in the club, f** about a service
I take my own shots, Texaco berence
Once your shawty see me and C Breezy, boy it's curtains
Spilling Ace of Spades on the carpet, but it's on purpose
My house look like a circus, dick look like a serpent
This look like a movie, one take, no rehearsing
She t**ng it for this money so I feel like she deserve it
I'mma put my thing down, she took it and reverse it
Like I miss it, I'm pissy like I got a weak bladder
Tipsy off this Cristy, n***a it don't even matter
Boy I'm loco, cuckoo
Call me Sub Zero cause I'm so cold
Ha, you see that booty? She could make a fortune
No wonder her body cold cause she drop dead gorgeous
You don't get it? You slower than a motherf**er
Dummy, I'm rolling so I'm on than a motherf**er
I'm f**ed up, I'm brain dead
Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than a plane b**h
Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling
Wednesday I be balling, man these b**hes keep on coming
Thursday I be chilling, but Friday I be k**ing
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf**ing weekend
[Chris Brown:]
Look, yeah, cause I'm smoking super fire from my lighter
I want her with the stripes cause I know that she a tiger
Engine growling like a b**h so I pull up right beside her
I tell her hop up in, upgrade, I supersize her
150 grand chain, what you doing ho?
Two girls in the bed, guess I'm 2-0
Gold wrappers, better wrap it like a tuna roll
Yep, your body ain't bad girl you're beautiful
Yikes, my watch only cost your car though
Three girls, your dog and a pack of smokes
Ha, my roof what? Alligator b**h
I'm stunting in the club like I don't know what day it is
Yeah, these little mamas in pyjamas
And I'm in this club huh, and it feel like the Bahamas
Bad b**hes in the front and the boom's right behind us
I'm super f**ed up, hey I'm just being honest, yikes
I'm f**ed up, I'm brain dead
Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is
I'm high, higher than a plane b**h
Walking round like the club like I don't know what day it is
Monday I be balling, Tuesday I be balling
Wednesday I be balling, man these b**hes keep on coming
Thursday I be chilling, but Friday I be k**ing
Saturday and Sunday, that's the motherf**ing weekend
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