[Verse 1 - Bow Uh, to my on time out Now I'm with my new bitch, knocking her out Rolling up kush, waitress pass a bottle though with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes I party hard like Charlie Used to Ferraris, and Cash money, young money, you know i get it popping ask your lady Selling out the garden when I to like Jay-Z Right now, em, broad of hoes, filling em Treat em like sites, you know that I'm drilling them these rappers soft as f-ck, I swear to god they aint fitting in Me and chris aint house, in Miami hit In the buy the bar out Stunna bring the out Hey, where youre coming from Bow? off the movie set (uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, another check Now haters upset Rappers twice my age aint done what I've yet I aint even done yet, this just the out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh Yes, I'm the mother best Walking through life, no regrets Shit, I tripping, no, you know I be chilling Rico, where you buy shit, doggy got me wigged Yeah, my up, and you play what? Do and I dare 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, paul bart, with no My bank account and my work ethics, thats what us apart game, courtside, me and all my niggas Kick em out, hands clean, my body guards triggers My on diamonds, your paper on midgets F-ck all my enemies who tend to be me Shit, begging me, with there hands out But I dont get no hand out, put me in a room and me stand out
[Verse 2 - Brown] Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act a grown up Everybody know you're a pussy, little get your soul up Niggas say they friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga And I'm about to go in, to kill niggas Yall wanna talk about pics Here, you can my hand, you can shake my dick june swang low, and my dick hit the when I take a piss I'm talking porno, then I'm five, doggy hit the uh Then I'm blowing four O's Yeah, in the jacuzzi four hoes Gotta mix a Nuvo the no doughs See, gotta pull a all nighter, paper planes, got em like a sky diver Yeah and now im fucking with em hood Red and blue nigga, r&b, so whats nigga I'm out of line, yup yup, I should, nigga Try to swing, I you, I wish you would nigga Wow, let me down All these suckers mad I took they shine 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 will ya We get it, real paper, fuck haters, fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on yall Chris is the prince of RnB, me prince of hip hop We got it on lock, and we on tour, thats more Counting money when I get Tatted up like a fuck to God its too easy Yeah, my neck and wrist or just Bow Weezy You already know nigga, shout out to the O You know I be Smoke cause of depression, there aint no question Get rappers in the business, just put me in to it
I'm the man in this Fuck a flow at least a band in this bitch I'm the man in bitch to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch