Chris Brown - Function (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Problem] Aye, aye b**h, try this Guaranteed to turn a square to a bi b**h You ain't down, b-b-bye b**h I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function I ain't got time for playing, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function [Verse 1: E-40] I slid into the function (the throw) Looking hella dipped (saucy) Lit like a strobe light (like a strobe light?) Hella diamonds on my wrist (bling!) You can call me your highness cause I'm hella high in this Play with their mind like a shrink like I'm a psychiatrist No dryness, I make your chick hella climax, scream Even nicer wet, she telling me that I'm the best You don't want her, I'll take her off your hands and do you a favour You might not regret it now but you gon'a regret it later I'm about my paper, stapler right on the side of my hip In case a hater want it, in case he decide to trip Platinum planning, shipping and handling, see these are digital sales Used to push E up from the scale but now it's legitimate skrill You ain't understand it, that this game evolved from the heels Vallejo Cali RB the H-I double L's [Chorus] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Don't compare me to n***as, I'm the last of my kind Get forever through these bars, ever lasting my grind If it ain't about money, then you wasting my time Mix the molly with the liquor now get out of your mind Gotta do is one for the town, it's town business I don't even f** with these clowns, the clown n***as In the city where the dealers go broke they turn k**ers And all the bad b**hes got all the hoes they like n***as In the city where we gonna do broke, we like figures Get that bag then we going to work like Jay Bilas We out here tryna function, tryna maintain They said to don't judge me, told the judge the same thang So guess who is up in the club with the four nickel Man I stay on the point like icicle If I die tonight bring me back at the Coachella Sick and tired of k**ing these hoes, I'm that n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Look, got bad b**hes, they ratchet Bet the ding make them sing like an ad-lib And all this money watch me flip it like a back flip I'mma go to work on a p**y no practice Ha, I'm a real n***as in the photo Bottles in the air, we don't care about no ho, no ho Yeah, shout out my n***a dilo Girl I know you want to but I need about 3-4 Yeah, pretty girls in the crib I know they all models, that's just how a n***a live I'm like whoa, when she do the splits And when she throw it back n***a don't act like a b**h! My n***as in the club with the 40 We just showed up with E-40, we like what's happening woadie? In the function ain't a competition, k**ing opponents And I be k**ing the p**y but this is just for the moment, yikes [Hook] [Verse 4: French Montana] Rocking the roller, 'til 5 in the morning She popping the pill, then she busting it open Like b**h try this, I'm a high risk A bank roll, 4-5-6 She chasing the act, with a clip in the mac For my Oakland n***as that be pimping the rap I'm a New York n***a with a bailey Kept it in the hood, f** the mainstream Wrist rocky, I'm talking Adrian Me and 40 run opponent like the A train Man we out here tryna function, f** all the f** sh** Rip it off the rack, f** what it cost ya, Montana [Chorus] [Verse 5: Red Cafe] Real n***a from born day 42 10 hoes to your soirée Whole team in this hole looking saucy b**hes off the molly, my n***as on the Marley Hold up, we out here tryna function b**h All this j**ellery a n***a got from hustling b**h Got them thank pa** coming through custom b**h See the money on the table no touching it, what else? Cafe, I'm the pimp of the decade, yeah Young g's write about me in they essay k** Def Jams, in my Cool-Js Have my paper or they mopping up your cule I like Yokos, them live hoes Beat it up, beat it up, make em my hoes It's bossed up on the east side Dubs up, that's how them G's rock, shakedown [Chorus]