[Intro: Funk Flex]
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself?
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Gold chain, gold chain
Getting money gon' and watch these hoes change
I'm in the party got these b**hes off molly and they rolling
b**hes popping pills like it's for pain
In their eyes I'm the sh**
Molly probably fantasising all about my dick
Only one real n***a, take a pic
And all you haters, I'mma take your b**h
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n***a in the club see the same ho
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you f**ing for your rent you a lame ho
Oops, yeah I said that
Half of y'all n***as in here fronting where your bread at?
I, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke n***a
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my d** so
Now you in the club trying to f** no love ho
How you do that there? b**h let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my d** so
Now you in the club trying to f** no love ho
How you do that there? b**h let the blunt go
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Gla** jaw, catch a fade that's a chin up
If you ain't looking I'mma eat your ho for dinner
She said that she a virgin but I f**ed her in Virginia, haha
I ate her at the SupperClub
Bad b**hes at Greystone, but they just some runner ups
Now every n***a in here seeing if you trying to f**
And every n***a in here scheming gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce n***a they spray dumb
Its like ratatatat
Cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like Jason
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n***a in the club see the same ho
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you f**ing for your rent you a lame ho
Oops, yeah I said that
Half of y'all n***as in here fronting where your bread at?
I, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke n***a
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my d** so
Now you in the club trying to f** no love ho
How you do that there? b**h let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my d** so
Now you in the club trying to f** no love ho
How you do that there? b**h let the blunt go
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every n***a in the club see the same ho
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you f**ing for your rent you a lame ho
Oops, yeah I said that
Half of y'all n***as in here fronting where your bread at?
I, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke n***a
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my d** so
Now you in the club trying to f** no love ho
How you do that there? b**h let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club ho?
Hell no you can't smoke my d** so
Now you in the club trying to f** no love ho
How you do that there? b**h let the blunt go