Chris Brown feat. Tyga I Bet song lyrics

Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet

Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet

Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet

Don't be mad at me

I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas

No sympathy for you niggas

Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit

Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich

Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is

Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness

It's 500, that be the block

Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots

Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks

Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops

Hold up, I'm getting money, boy

Your girl want me cause I got them toys

Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors

Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on

Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on

Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert

I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex

Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose

Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work

I got a hundred on it

She ain't faithful to you, nigga

Word around town, you know thots get around

Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie

I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho

Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo

Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch

So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch

Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit

I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in

Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety

I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted

Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'

It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it

Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer

Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause

I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave

We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys

You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love

I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck

After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this

And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss

It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me

We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?

All the time, all the time, I be on the grind

Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind

It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it

Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it

Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up