[Hook - Chris Brown]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I'm a gangsta girl
[Verse 1 - The Game]
I'm supposed to be your number one
Thought we was getting married when the summer come
Two piece Armani with the cummerbund
And when she look in my eyes she see a money sign
She see Louis Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that coach, how that Escada feel?
I mean its gotta feel good to a b**h about the hood
Driving a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we living that good
Chowing on Mr Chow's after this it's Pillippe
n***a you know my style
Little Cristal, Little Rose
A whole bunch of Al's bad b**hes in the place
n***a feel like an owl, n***a I'm so fly
Pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon die
Baby you know them doors are suicide
And it ain't about nothing but you and I
[Hook - Chris Brown]
[Verse 2 - The Game]
She used to stash my loot, all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had 3 stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a n***a:
Oprah, all up in the club getting hawked by the vultures
The female Spreewell, was too hard to coach her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shopping, get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It ain't tricking if you got it right, oo sir
Can't get a shot of Patron unless she gonna f**
Can't leave these hoes alone n***a it's so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick them both up
Then we hit South beach, pull my Gucci loc's up
Hit my n***a Wayne like "let me borrow some?"
Looking like a casting call and we show up
We getting Young Money but we grown up
So what!
[Hook - Chris Brown]
[Verse 3 - The Game]
Baby girl always running her mouth
So I told her "you know I run this town"
It's like she live in Australia:
Her world is upside down
But it's an upside collective
I love when she face down
She my s** slave, I'm the king
I wear the crown. Now how that sound?
To the lames that run around with dames
Got gunned down. Cum stains on nightgowns
Chapstick on champagne gla**es
Louis Vuitton, Gucci belt, ain't a damn thing flashy
But me in L.V
Now n***as see I don't do menage no more
I'm on my fourth LP
Now we in the 64 deep
Automatics, key in my pocket, that's low-key
In the spur of the moment I'm Ginóbili
I ball with Kobe while you sit in Oakleys