[Intro]

(League of Starz)

(Sorry Jaynari)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Gold chains, gold chains

Gettin' money, gon' and watch these hoes change

I'm in the party, got these bitches off of molly and they rollin'

Bitches poppin' pills like it's for pain

In their eyes, I'm the shit

Molly probably fantasizin' all about my dick

Only one real nigga, take a pic

And all you haters, I'ma take your bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

Every nigga in the club see the same ho

With the same friends, all they do is change clothes

Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed

If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho

Oops, yeah, I said that

Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at?

I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap

Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?

Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so

Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho

How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go

Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?

Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so

Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho

How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Too many cars, a parade when I pull up

Glass jaw, catch a fade, that's a chin up

If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your ho for dinner

She said that she a virgin, but I fucked her in Virginia, haha

I ate her at the Supper Club

Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups

Now every nigga in here seein' if you tryna fuck

And every nigga in here schemin', gon' try your luck

Ha, I'm A-1

No steak sauce, nigga, they spray dumb

It's like ratatatat cross your baseball cap

A couple holes in your face like Jason

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

Every nigga in the club see the same ho

With the same friends, all they do is change clothes

Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed

If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho

Oops, yeah, I said that

Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at?

I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap

Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Problem]

If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?

Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so

Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho

How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go

Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?

Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so (Diamond)

Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho (What?)

How you do that there? (Problem) Bitch, let the blunt go (Huh?)

[Verse 3: Problem]

Oh, yeah, be that boy chachi

Blowin' bomb, kamikaze, hella rocky

You gettin' sloppin' toppy from your papi

Tell him knock me

Oh, shit, your man on there's off a show

Drop me like a bad habit

A rare hater, tough shit

Don't motherfuckin' work like a broke gadget (Nope)

Pretty boy with him, so savage

He eat these pussies 'round me before toe taggin' on my mind (What?)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]

Every nigga in the club see the same ho

With the same friends, all they do is change clothes

Try to bowl and these pussies say their lane closed

If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame ho

Oops, yeah, I said that

Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at?

I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap

Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

If say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?

Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so

Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho

How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go

Say you got to work, why you in the club, ho?

Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs, so

Now you in the club tryna fuck, no love, ho

How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go