[Chris Brown]
Where my real bitches at?
100, keep this shit 100, 100

[Chris Brown]

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin´
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin´
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin´
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin´
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga

[Jay 305]
(I don´t know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset

California, Los Angeles my nigga
What´s happening though? Look)
My bitch grind, my boo now know I´m thugging, I´m from the Slums
She know I´m in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain´t seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin´ months
Told her hold my spot down I´m on the run
I got my motherfucking J´s on, finna hit Arkansas
Get these OXYs off, come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I´m from it´s bang or ball, fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip ´em like a case of raw, back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas, came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I´m thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public, yo momma love it

Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga

[Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin´
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin´
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin´
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin´
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga

[T.I.]
Hey hey, now don´t it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates?
Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Nigga, proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on Ki´s
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
Yeah, and I ain´t gon´ stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain´t know ´bout
On my side when I rhyme, think it ain´t no Glock
Stop cuffing that bitch like she ain´t no thot

Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain´t gon´ drop?
Even if not, but the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don’t lie
Hey, still up to the same old shit
Bang on a pussy nigga they ain´t no shit
Stop playing with it pussy you know you don’t want this
Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon’ get it
In public, it’s nothin’
I´m right back in my bunkin’
Ain´t what you do it’s how you does it
And we does it cousin

[Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin´
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin´

She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin´
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin´
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga

[Tyga]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I´m tired
Wake up on it, it´s that

Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, I´mma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
She counting all of that, fuck all of them niggas
They don´t know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates
If I catch a case
Would you wait on me and build me up again, if so

[Chris Brown]
Yeah my niggas thuggin´, poppin´ rubber bands, money in my hand
Double cuppin´ with the Sprite, mix it with Xans
With some zombies here tonight, slow motion, your bitch choosing

She say "Don´t they call you Breezy?" I told that bitch "I´m coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
She got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin, like a pumpkin
And my bitch she be bunkin´

[Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin´
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin´
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin´
I taught her how to whip a ki
Now my trap jumpin´
She bring that dough to me how I want it

In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga