[Chris Brown:] All my ladies put ya hands up All my ladies put ya hands up If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Oh me, oh my, body like a monster Let me get inside if ya booty I´m a conquer If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer Girl you got that good good I already know Tell it by your size I know you a dancer Rein-derriere, I´m a call you Prancer Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies if you got it let me know Shawty thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don´t wanna leave
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
[Wiz Khalifa:] Something like a pimp, nothin´ like them other fellas Heard that you the shit, girl we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11 I´m just tryna beat it up, he could do it acapella We should go back to my crib, that´s what I´m a tell her
Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous Rolling papers like propellers blowing mozzarella Lotta niggas in the club, who cares I´m the realest Tell the waiters we gonna need more cases And when you think the money´s gone we spending more faces She with homeboy, but she want this 6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz
[Chris Brown:] Shawty thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mother sucker Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don´t wanna leave
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby I´m in that black Bugatti And I off that Carlo Rossi I with that Taylor Posse These ladies wanna party And there´s so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey So hold up nigga, stop me All these haters watch me I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me cocky Any stage or any beat you know I´m a body And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty
She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mother sucker Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night, so she don´t wanna leave
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb