[Chris Brown]
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I´ma sniper (yeah)

You know I´m ´bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin´ like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
It don´t make a difference, nigga, we winnin´, I´m plenty grinnin´
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain´t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I´m dope, bitch, comin´ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don´t like when I lose (I don´t), if I don´t buy her them shoes, I don´t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I´m gon´ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I´m drivin´, I´m moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I´m alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I´m fuckin´ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it´s summertime and the juice
But I´d rather die than to lose
It´s a matter of time ´fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I´m drippin´ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up

Try to take me apart, they ain´t never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make ´em do the macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I´ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I´m hotter than a fuckin´ sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don´t do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch, I´m the professor, you a student to me, woah

Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can´t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin´ me (grabbin´ me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don´t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ´em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her ´round to Applebee´s (Applebee´s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin´, why you mumblin´?

Watch you utter, stop stutterin´, what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ´rari, two twins, call ´em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin´ up
Now I´m wakin´ up in cabanas ´cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don´t want bananas ´less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain´t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don´t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump

I´m takin´ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ´bout they owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you ´bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin´ record, that´s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin´ snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can´t even afford it
Seventy-five mil´, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can´t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don´t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin´ put the seat down
Joyner, I don´t really feel these niggas
Hol´ up, I ain´t gotta pay to kill these niggas

Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I´m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
I´ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I´m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don´t want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin´ like a pig, you fuckin´ filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I´m guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga

[Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown]
They must have forgot that I´m pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin´ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I´m the realest nigga, that I know
And I´m so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin´ on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I´m Irak (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business
I´m so sick of niggas tellin´ me how I´ve been livin´ my life
Sick of rubbin´ shoulders, now I´m runnin´ over every motherfucker who ain´t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin´, you was shoppin´

Ain´t never had the shit in my side
Now I´m poppin´, I´m poppin´, and your bitch keep hittin´ my line
It´s complicated, fuckin´ up with my main bitch
Givin´ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin´ my face in it, never wastin´ it
I´ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I´ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don´t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it´s a doozie, make a movie if you´re actin´, so (celebrate)