[Intro: Chris Brown]
Where my real b**hes at?
100, keep this sh** 100, 100
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my b**h she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**h bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**h bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a
I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a
[Verse 1: Jay 305]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my n***a
What's happening though? Look)
My b**h grind, my boo now know I'm thugging, I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, f**in' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherf**ing J's on, finna hit Arkansas
Get these OXYs off, come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball, f**ing b**hes like yo misses
Flip 'em like a case of raw, back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my n***as, came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public, yo momma love it
Got your main b**h on my side on time, n***a
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my b**h she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**h bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**h bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a
I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hey hey, now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates?
Yeah, with a super bad b**h in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Just a trap n***a known to have a quarter-mill a day
n***a, proof that selling d** on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on Ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the sh** that you ain't know 'bout
On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock
Stop cuffing that b**h like she ain't no thot
Hey, racks on that a**, think it ain't gon' drop?
Even if not, but the brain on fire
n***a 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don't lie
Hey, still up to the same old sh**
Bang on a p**y n***a they ain't no sh**
Stop playing with it p**y you know you don't want this
Shut the f** down or yo a** gon' get it
In public, it's nothin'
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it
And we does it cousin
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my b**h she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**h bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**h bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a
I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
f** you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it, it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a n***a love breakfast, I'mma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
She counting all of that, f** all of them n***as
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates
If I catch a case
Would you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Yeah my n***as thuggin', poppin' rubber bands, money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite, mix it with Xans
With some zombies here tonight, slow motion, your b**h choosing
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?" I told that b**h "I'm coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
She got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin, like a pumpkin
And my b**h she be bunkin'
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my b**h she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**h bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**h bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a
I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a