[Pre-Hook: Chris Brown]
Mo money mean mo problems
Give a f** about you n***as
Mo models a hudred bottles
I'm stuntin' on you n***as
We takin' your girl
It's me and my n***as
Go figure, go figure
Got em
[Hook: Chris Brown]
A n***a like me
She really want a n***a like me
A n***a like me
She only want a n***a like me
A n***a like me
Only want a n***a like me
A n***a like me
She said she like a n***a like me
[Verse 1: Siya]
Hol' up
She really want a n***a with some deep pockets
She really want a n***a that be stunitn'
She really want a n***a that'll take her to the club and buy bottle all night just enough for a n***a
You really can't afford her
I ride around in whip that's a porter
She know I'm gon' spoil her
I'm a hood n***a, and she love it
Came from the bottom but I been getting money
Out the pen though I never leave the club without a chopper
Good luck if a n***a try and rob her
Four chains on all never touch sh** in
Fly a** n***as all the hoes wanna f** with
I'm higher then heaven
I'm higher than heaven I'm blowing Jamaica
Loud packs shawty I don't never smoke vapors
Start cuffin' that b**h 'fore I take her
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You f** around and hate me I'ma take your b**h
Take your chain, n***a take your sh**
I ain't never ever been broke
f**in' with amigo, spending those pesos b**h
Put your hands up, n***a sit down
I box a n***a with these six rounds
I ain't gotta say two words
But when I pull up to the curb you motherf**ers just get down
Wanna talk about money, n***a look at these hundreds
I could do it by myself, no help
n***a who runnin?
Look, Chuck Taylor's make me run fast
Left hook, click pow that's a gun jab
And a n***a wanna smile when you layin' down
Silly n***a talkin' sh** now he toe tag
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Verse 3: Problem]
Whaaat
If you got a hot nine teach us
You motherf**ers sure gon' learn 'bout me
Never low yeah I'm always high key
Yo' nine last time n***a uses ID
Always real n***as in my background
Fifty deep in the club, no pat downs (yeah)
Lacin' the shoes cause we run it
And my hoes ain't runnin' for nothin'
Cause I am the man (man)
I am the man, I am the man
Your homie he ran
You think it's a bed the way I would lie on his stand
For all of my fam
I done done it already
I see you love me already
She feel it all in her belly
This money [?] is [?]
Milk 'em no dairy
Your boy get head bigger than [?]
Come on
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]