[Intro: Tyga]
Hol' up
(Mustard on the beat ho)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Pull up, nigga creeping
Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season, bitch
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a fuck about your features, I'm tryna fuck
If it's one on one, gimme that ISO
But if it's two of y'all I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
Bunch of bad bitches, yeah, they like me nigga, who don't?
Drop top, everything, we party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on, blap
Tell 'em hold that, if you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor Zing and you know that
Bitches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching
Cause I sponsor shit, bitch I throw racks
Fucked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this bitch about to blow up
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't shit but model bitches over here
I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp shit
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit
No sense in lingering, can't count on you niggas man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch
Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That’s my babe, she don’t talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook: Chris Brown x2]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores
I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'mma need a doctor
A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a fuck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy do the running man
While all these other niggas fucking with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my shit got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started fucking her sister
[Hook: Chris Brown]
