Ayo (feat. Tyga)

Chris Brown

Alright, drop it, boy
Drop it out!

It's Chris
I got something for that
Close the lid
I'm shittin' on you

I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you

Chris Brown:
Ayo
All my bitches got real hair, chilling with the top down
Screaming, like, "Ayo"
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty, like, ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga, left the roof at home
We popping, like, ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

Tyga:
Ah! Aye, babe, this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Z, wake up, like I gotta get it
And I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways
Fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns, plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body
That pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you
'Cause we poppin' like

Ayo
All my bitches got real hair, chilling with the top down
Screaming, like, "Ayo"
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty, like, ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga, left the roof at home
We popping, like, ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

Chris Brown:
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me
Her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (body)
She said, "Get inside of me"
I wanna feel you, baby (yeah)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud ('cause we poppin', like)

Ayo
All my bitches got real hair, chilling with the top down
Screaming, like, "Ayo"
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty, like, ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga, left the roof at home
We popping, like, ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

Don't bite that, holy shit
It's not so hard, you know
Peel the skin off for me

Oh, wake up!
Woah, that was Chris Brown
He out? He's out!
Oh, no!

Chris Brown is out and Tyga, we're looking for him
It's Tyga, man! Tyga? Yeah
He's supposed to be in community service!
Let's get him
You put the hair wrong!

Chris Brown & Tyga:
Now I just watched your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J
"She going to follow my lead", Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I'm riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah, we poppin' like)

Ayo
All my bitches got real hair, chilling with the top down
Screaming, like, "Ayo"
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty, like, ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga, left the roof at home
We popping, like, ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

Tyga:
Yeah, this that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof, ah

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