[Chris Brown] Bottles in 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 at artificial niggas actin´ like bitches And it started up a epidemic It don´t make a difference, nigga, we winnin´, I´m plenty grinnin´ Hunnid 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
Think I´m gon´ dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown] While I´m drivin´, I´m moonwalkin´ in the sky with some shooters We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap, brap) A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music Guess I´m alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck, buck) I never lie, but the truth is I´m fuckin´ tired of these losers And all my life want the food when it´s supper time and the juice (Brap, brap) But I´d rather die than to lose, it´s a matter of time ´fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck, buck) Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh Ho, you know I´m drippin´ with the sauce, ooh Pretty, with a face full of scars All they did was build me up, tried to take me apart (Buck, buck, buck) They ain´t ever wanna celebrate like you have a label Call the doctor, heard the chopper make ´em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it´s watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!) 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 (Woo, woo, woo!) Yeah, I make you niggas elevate All you new niggas don´t do it for me, look (Woah) Bitchin´ to 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 out to Applebee´s (Applebee´s) Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas] Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin´, why you mumblin´? What 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, I´m in trouble then Shut up ´fore 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 Chris, 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 the 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 e´ry motherfuckin´ snitch up in this bitch, they report it (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) (Buck, buck, buck) I´ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas (Brap, brap, brap) 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 (Woo, woo, woo!) 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" (Buck)
[Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both] They must have forgot that I´m psycho (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 (Hey) And I´m so bored, I might switch cars I saved a lotta money on Geico (Jheeze)
The neighbors knockin´ on my door, what the fuck you want? Bitch, I´m alright (Jheeze) Listen, nigga, mind your business, I´m so sick of niggas Tellin´ me how I been livin´ my life (Joyner) Sick of bumpin´ shoulders, now I´m runnin´ over Every motherfucker who ain´t wanna get in my ride(Buck, buck, buck, woo!) I was watchin´, you was shoppin´ Ain´t never had the shit in my size (Jheeze) 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 I´ma proceed and play with the pussy You know I don´t keep my cape on a hoodie But I keep a Uzi, it´s a doozie, make a movie if you´re actin´ stupid So (Celebrate)