[Intro: T-Pain]
(Look...) It's your turn Chris (I don't do this for my day job man)
Lets go baby (I do this sh** for fun)
I SAID LETS GO! ...
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, I just came to get rid of every n***a
To murder every rapper, watch a n***a come up outta me
I'm stuntin' hard on these muthaf**as
Flying on the VMAs, Evel Knievel, the n***a proud of me
I'm drinking this sh** til 5 in the morning
Your girl's number 1 pick, call me Mr. Lottery
I let a hater n***a die, POW, like it's suicide
I ain't giving no more f**in' apologies
Stunt so hard, that sh** crazy
Ain't sh** free, f** you pay me
Heron flow from the 80′s, my chain on me like "we made it"
My Kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 blacks like 3 Asians
My Benzo, God damn ho, n***a take this sh** I'm too faded
Go 'head and bring yo crown over
Ass kisser, brown noser, f** yo luck, I smoke clovers
I'm partying with boat owners
Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us
Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus
n***a look at my chain man, I paint ya face, you a clown homie
Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got force, centrifugal
Even if its just 10 of ya'll I put in the old school and you pin up dolls, yes
That sh** crazy, don't you play me
You tryna get on this bus, b**h sign this waiver
Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye sh**
But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this b**h too basic
You ain't no groupie girl and you know that I won't say sh**
You got skeletons in your closet
I got aliens in my basement