All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down    
  
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around    
  
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home    
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo    
But don't be acting like I need you    
  
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit    
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing    
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense    
Z, wake up like I gotta get it    
And I got an engine for a trunk space    
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways    
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé    
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake    
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy    
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me    
She too into me, I'm more into money    
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby    
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it    
I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited    
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend    
But don't be acting like I need you cause we poppin' like    
  
  
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right    
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light    
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice    
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike    
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'    
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking    
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting    
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing    
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)    
She said get inside of me    
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)    
Just bring the animal right out of me    
  
Specially when I go down on her    
Now we fucking, she thugging    
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)    
  
[Verse 3: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]    
  
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away    
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday    
(Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J    
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)    
Paper, paper, I'm riding Scrapers in California    
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us    
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya    
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)    
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican    
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians    
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)    
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga    
  
  
  
This that fly shit, King shit only    
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!      More from Chris Brown & Tyga