[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yeah, look, acting all sadity when a n***a in your city
Fame going to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a hoe, that's a no no
In the morning, shaderoom, she be telling all your business
And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flying out the coop
Got some n***as that can fight, got some k**ers that can shoot
And b**hes all on my 'gram, I'm trying make 100 million
Got b**hes on top of b**hes, I'm stacking 'em to the ceiling
Always a n***a tryna hate on me
And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace
Bad b**hes see the ice, they wanna skate on me
I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine
You know she can give me head but she can't smoke my weed
In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models
And we don't f** with you n***a, we know you telling your partners
[Hook: Chris Brown]
We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize
[Verse 2: YoungBlacc]
Look, look, now these b**hes wanna show's up
Cause they see me on the road and I'm jolled up
And all these b**hes on my line like they know us
But I don't want that p**y, I'mma let the crew f** you up
She so with it, my b**h bad, she gon' get it
Her lil sister, she thick now, get those digits
This money coming so quick now, need more spinach
We turn a b**h to a bust down if Chris hit it
And I ain't never 'bout to save no b**h
But if she bringing back money, we gon' all get rich
I need a new whip, new chain, talking 'bout the rap game
Keep the b**h tip toes down, I'm speaking facts mane
And you ain't never 'bout to break my n***as
And all this money, I'm about to fresh to d**h my b**h
This the west coast, trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane
Spending young money and sh**, call me Mack Maine
[Hook: Chris Brown]
We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Look, 'fore she used to be a solid b**h, but now she f**ing with my tolerance
Like I ain't the n***a that's bringing dollars in
Took me from that regular life to living extravagant
Now you wanna flex on a n***a like you the baddest b**h
OHB, that's out of here b**h, I got some new freaks
Porsche 9/11, sitting pretty on the new feet
Two get f**ed for an hour then let the crew skeet
Cruising, got 4 on the way while I got 2 suites
Black n***a in white linen with white women
And I ain't tripping, I like women that like women
Ooh baby, they all losing be like women
If I k** the p**y baby, that's a life sentence
Praying light, that's night vision
High-Tec, yeah I like sipping
Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitching
Whipping the block in 4 pots, this my kitchen, f** with us
[Hook: Chris Brown]
We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize
[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
Big buck, b**h teeth crooked, and I ain't let her f**
I ain't paying for the Uber, never told her that I love her
Kick her out man, every night she go and get her brother
Locked up with the reds, you know she watch a n***a f**
Dog, I go hard, I am already a boss
On the plane slinging Rolls, I am already a boss
I be solo in the game, I be whipping up a Range
Name's holy wait, kick and fly conversation
Don't complain in the game, I ain't doing no complaining
He don't wanna front it, I'mma take it when I'm aiming
Move real cool, handle business like a gangster
Shoes on the bed, that's a lion to the jags
I be working out, wearing slay ups doing reps
Like the bench press, k** and stand on your chest
No one came in, flip for another set
She recertified, real n***a whip the stack
[Hook: Chris Brown]
We always fussing and arguing, then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'mma have the party lit, going way up
But why you acting so surprised? I gave you my heart, girl I put it right in front of you
Socialize, now we in the club tryna socialize