(Chorus – Chris Brown)
She working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I’mma leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I’mma leave broke
Working that pole, she so unbelievable
She outta control, up and down, unbelievable
She be working that body, I’mma leave broke
Throwing 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I’mma leave broke
(Verse 1 – Chris Brown)
Girl come and pop with a rich ni**a
I’m rocking skinny jeans like it make my d**k bigger
I pay 100 for that ass, I’m a sick ni**a
I’m pouring up the codeine, I don’t sip liquor
Now these f**k ni**as balling on a budget
Bi**hes know that I been balling and I love it
Martian lens, smoking skins and a bucket
Hou-Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothing
I got a bi**h with a body, call her bass and percussion
With my hands throwing bands, she gon stand for nothing
You cuffing, you probably working with the man or something
American bandstand, how my ni**as is drumming
And you ni**as wanna be like
Smoking weed and flying on a G5
Bust a gun for my ni**as on the east side
Ni**a sling gold records like bing pies
I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole
You know all my lil ni**as is trained to go
Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold
In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo
I’m throwing 100s and giving them babies, yeah
And if you drink what I drink, you think that I’m crazy
(Repeat Chorus)
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