I Bet - Chris Brown and Tyga feat 50 Cent
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Shawty wanna leave with a n_gga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a n_gga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, n_gga, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you n_ggas
No sympathy for you n_ggas
[Verse 1 - Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the f_ck up, miss me with the bullsh_t
Balling like a b_tch, all my n_ggas hood rich
Bring some b_tches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your b_tch 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 sh_tted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the p_ssy deep, a n_gga f_ckin' up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that sh_t on purpose
Cause I hope a n_gga see it when he comin' home from work
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, n_gga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her f_ck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, b_tch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, b_tch
Bounce sh_t, mouse sh_t, put in your mouth sh_t
I've been playin' with the p_ssy, 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
F_ckin' 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent:]
I bet your b_tch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave
We only f_ck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that n_gga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that n_gga, we just turn up, we just ball out n f_ck
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 b_tch 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 n_gga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a n_gga get it, hold up in it
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Ya'll b_tchass n_ggas got me f_cked up. I'm not f_ckin' yall n_ggas. I don't give a f_ck who ya'll is. And I don't give a f_ck 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 sh_t. Don't get it f_cked up
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