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