(Chorus – Chris Brown)
Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
Couple shots and this s**t shut down
Pop a 100 bottles in the club and we still turnt up even after the s**t shut down
We gon get wild, got that s**t shut down
We blowing loud, got that s**t shut down
Pull up on ya, getting this s**t shut down
You can f**k around and get this s**t shut down
(Verse 1 – Chris Brown)
All I do is hustle for the benefits
And with the Money Team but I don’t need a membership
I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whips
I’m blowing loud like it was a Sega Genesis
I can tell you ni**as what the business is
I bet I take a ni**a food before he finish it
Take an L ni**a you don’t know what winning is
I be pushing like I don’t know what the limit is
Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep
Balling like a pro
Man that Cali’s….so I’m back on fleek
You ain’t talking bout money now I’m in the streets
Cause you don’t know who came with the heat
Cause you and your crew looking weak, hey
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Run up in your trap, it’s a kick though
Caught you with your pants down, this a s**t show
Call me…staring high, ni**a let the clip go
I’ll whoop a pu**y ni**a like Klitschko
Now my old bi**h tripping, she won’t let go
Say my attitude bad but my d**k gold
Young ni**a trap in designer
I thought I remind ya
My meat is turkey lasagna
Why I got the birds, what the business is?
Got my Lamborghini really, I don’t need a b*tch
I just met the plug in San Antonio
I send the bi**h and the pack down to Tokyo
Same day turn around on some merri-go
And my weed so loud I can’t hear ya ho
And you know you dismissed before you exist bi**h
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Bi**h we out here bracking, what the business is
I just put a mili out the trap and bought the dealership
Back to back Lambs for the butter black Ghost
Told her I just want the cream, swear these ni**as like toast
Bought an all red beam and it came with a scope
While these ni**as talking chickens I just get it out the boat
Ship it for the highest ticket, right now it’s for the low
All my bi**hes for the s**t cause I can’t f**k with square hoes
Low
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 4 – Kid Red)
I ain’t never been afraid of a ni**a
Black Rozay, 12 gauge on a ni**a
Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a ni**a
Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a ni**a, oh Lord
Ni**a be wyling on bi**hes
Kicking down doors
That’s cause we come from them trenches
No we can’t f**k with them snitches
Tipping on Vogues, always be all with the business
Ni**a mighta ran up in your trap spot
Get it then I’m gone
30 white bi**hes on my hip, that’s a jackpot
Heading to the bank cause we busy bout to cash out, woah
Blackout, no
All the ni**a ransom in your trap house
That’s a blackout woah
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 5)
50 round clip’ll get this bi**h shut down
Kicking field goals, catching plays, touch down
All my ni**as on the mission, opp s**t, man down
Flexing hard, diamonds dancing like they Chris Brown ni**a
I caught a plug got them packs sent down
I’m flexing when my ni**as got them bands right now
If that goofy wanna snitch I got the Ruger right now
30 shots do it to your right now, aye
And you know how we rocking
F**king with bad b*tches on coke and molly
Put molly in Act now we turnt in the party
Too turnt in the party, we don’t even got no option
You know my gang and we running s**t
Always be 100 billion bi**h
(Repeat Chorus)
