[Intro]

(It's [?], baby)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side

Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pop a hundred bottles in the club

And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down

We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)

You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

All I do is hustle for the benefits (Yeah)

Ain't with the money team, but I don't need a membership (No)

I got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whip (Skrrt-skrrt)

I'm blowin' loud like it was a Sega Genesis (Hey), ayy

I can tell you niggas what the business is

I bet I take a nigga food 'fore he finish it

Take a L, nigga, you don't know what winnin' is (Yeah)

I been pushin' like I don't know what the limit is (Turn me up)

Hit the club submarine style, in here too deep

Ballin' like a pro, sumo level on preach

Hittin' that Cali's what I'm flauntin', so my back on fleek

You ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie, don't even speak (Ow!)

'Cause you don't know who came with the heat

Plus you and your crew lookin' weak, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side

Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pop a hundred bottles in the club

And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down

We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)

You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown]

Run up in your trap, it's a kick though (Oh)

Caught you with your pants down, this a shit show (Oh)

Call me dollars starin' high, nigga, let the clip go (Ha!)

I'll whoop a pussy nigga like Klitschko (What?)

Now my old bitch trippin', she won't let go

Say my attitude bad, but my dick gold

Young nigga trap in designer

I thought I'd remind ya, my meat is turkey lasagna (Oh)

Why I got the birds, what the business is? (Yeah)

Got my Lamborghini, really, I don't need a bitch (No)

I just met the plug in San Antonio

I sent the bitch 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

You know, you dismissed before you exist, bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side

Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pop a hundred bottles in the club

And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down

We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)

You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Young Lo]

Bitch, we out here brackin', what the business is?

I just pulled a milli out the trap a bought a dealership

Back-to-back Lambs for the black-on-black Ghost

Told her I just want the cream, spread these niggas like toast

Bought her all red beam and it came with a scope

While these niggas talkin' chickens, I just get it out the boat

Ship it for the highest ticket, right now, it's for the low

For my bitches with the shit 'cause I can't fuck with square hoes

Lo, Lo

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side

Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pop a hundred bottles in the club

And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down

We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)

You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: YoungBlacc]

Look, look

I ain't never been afraid of a nigga

Black Rozay, twelve gauge on a nigga

Stay with the heat, D-Wade on a nigga

Hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a nigga, oh, Lord

Nigga be wildin' on bitches, kickin' down doors

That's 'cause we come from them trenches

No, we can't fuck with them snitches

Tippin' on fours, OHB all with the business

Nigga mighta ran up in your trap spot

Get it and then I'm gone, pilin' all the laptops

Thirty white bitches on my hip, that's a jackpot

Headin' to the bank 'cause we busy 'bout to cash out, woah

Blackout, no

All the nigga ransom in your trap house

That's a blackout, woah

It's OHB shit, fuck with some real ones, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side

Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pop a hundred bottles in the club

And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down

We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)

You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 5: Dee Cosey]

Fifty round clip'll get this bitch shut down

Kickin' field goals, catchin' plays, touch down (Score)

All my niggas on the mission, opp shit, man down

Flexin' hard, diamonds dancin' like they Chris Brown, nigga

I caught a plug, got them packs sent down (I got the packs right now)

I'm flexin' with my niggas, got them bands right now

If that goofy wanna snitch, I got the Ruger right now (I got the Ruger right now)

Thirty shots, do it to you right now, ayy (Boom-boom)

And you know how we rockin'

Fuckin' with bad bitches 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 (Gang)

You know my gang and we runnin' shit (Gang-gang)

OHB, one hundred billion, bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side

Couple shots and this shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pop a hundred bottles in the club

And we still turnt up even after the shit shut down

We gon' get wild 'til that shit shut down (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

We blowin' loud 'til that shit shut down (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Pull up on ya, get this shit shut down (Hey)

You can fuck around and get this shit shut down (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Chris Brown]

Shit shut down

Shit shut down

Shit shut down

Shit shut down