[Verse 1 - Bow Uh, to my ex-girlfriend on out Now I'm with my new bitch, knocking her out Rolling up more kush, pass a bottle though Homie with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model I party hard like Charlie to Ferraris, and driving Cash money, young money, you already know i get it popping ask lady Selling out the garden when I want to Jay-Z Right now, em, broad of hoes, filling em em like construction sites, you know that I'm drilling them Half these rappers soft as f-ck, I swear to god aint fitting in Me and aint green house, in Miami hit In the buy the bar out Stunna bring the out Hey, where youre coming Bow? fr-fresh off the movie set (uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, another check Now these upset twice my age aint done what I've done yet I aint even yet, this just the beginning out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh Yes, I'm the f-cking best through life, with no regrets Shit, I aint tripping, no, you know I be Rico, you buy that shit, doggy got me wigged Yeah, my game up, and you play Do something and I ya Rearrange your face, and let some body guard would repair it I'm the best there is and the best was Like Bret Hart, bart, with no bart My bank account and my work ethics, what setting us apart game, courtside, me and all my niggas Kick em out, hands clean, my guards talk triggers My paper on diamonds, your paper on F-ck all my who tend to be telling me Shit, begging me, screaming with hands out But I dont get no hand out, put me in a and watch me stand out
2 - Chris Brown] Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act like a up Everybody you're a pussy, little nigga get your soul up say they your friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga And I'm to go in, time to kill niggas Yall talk about naked pics Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my june low, and my dick hit the water when I take a piss I'm porno, then I'm outy five, doggy hit the uh I'm blowing like four O's Yeah, in the with four hoes Gotta mix a with the no doughs See, gotta pull a all nighter, paper planes, got em like a sky diver Yeah and now im fucking with em niggas Red and blue nigga, r&b, so whats good I'm out of line, yup yup, cause I should, Try to swing, I you, I wish you would nigga Wow, let me down All these suckers mad cause I took they now I'm at the top now, aint about to down You need to give it up, aint 'bout to whine
[Verse 3 - Bow Why all up in my B.I and O, I feel ya Nowadays so stressed out, cause this business kill ya We get it, real paper, fuck haters, blogs Fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on is the prince of RnB, me hella prince of hip hop We got it on lock, and we on tour, thats whores Counting when I get bored Tatted up like a fuck Swear to God its too Yeah, my neck and wrist Wizzle or just Bow You already nigga, shout out to the O nigga You know I be Smoke of depression, homie there aint no question Get rappers in the business, put me in to test it
I'm the man in this Fuck a flow at a hundred band in this bitch I'm the man in this Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in bitch