[Intro: Funk Flex]Funk Flex, Chris BrownWho you mad at? Me or yourself[Verse 1: Chris Brown]Gold chain, gold chainGettin' money gon' watch these hoes changeI'm in the party got these bithes off molly and they rollin'Bitches poppin pills like its for painIn their eyes Im the shitMolly probably fantasizing all about my dickOnly one real nigga, take a picAnd all you haters, I'm gonna take your bitch[Bridge: Chris Brown]Every nigga in the club see the same hoeWith the same friends all they do is change clothesTry to bowl and they pussies say their lane closedIf you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoeOops, yeah I said thatHalf ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?ahhhhh, gon' stutter rapThought so can't do it like this broke nigga[Hook x2: Chris Brown]If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoeNow you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoeHow you do that there? bitch let the blunt goIf say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoeNow you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoeHow you do that there? bitch let the blunt go[Verse 2: Chris Brown]Too many cars a parade when I pull upGlass jaw, catch a fade that's a chin upIf you aint looking I'm gonna eat your hoe for dinnerShe said shes a virgin but I fucked her in VirginiaI ate her at the Supper ClubBad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner upsNow every nigga in here seeing if you tryin' to fuckAnd every nigga in here schemin' gon' try your luckI'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga they spray dumbIts like ratatatat cross your baseball capA couple hoes in your face like Jason[Bridge: Chris Brown]Every nigga in the club see the same hoeWith the same friends all they do is change clothesTry to bowl and they pussies say their lane closedIf you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoeOops, yeah I said thatHalf ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?ahhhhh, gon' stutter rapThought so can't do it like this broke nigga[Hook x2: Chris Brown]If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoeNow you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoeHow you do that there? bitch let the blunt goIf say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoeNow you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoeHow you do that there? bitch let the blunt go[Bridge: Chris Brown]Every nigga in the club see the same hoeWith the same friends all they do is change clothesTry to bowl and they pussies say their lane closedIf you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoeOops, yeah I said thatHalf ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?ahhhhh, gon' stutter rapThought so can't do it like this broke nigga[Hook x2: Chris Brown]If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoeNow you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoeHow you do that there? bitch let the blunt goIf say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoeNow you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoeHow you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
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[Intro: Funk Flex]
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Gold chain, gold chain
Gettin' money gon' watch these hoes change
I'm in the party got these bithes off molly and they rollin'
Bitches poppin pills like its for pain
In their eyes Im the shit
Molly probably fantasizing all about my dick
Only one real nigga, take a pic
And all you haters, I'm gonna take your bitch
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga
[Hook x2: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade that's a chin up
If you aint looking I'm gonna eat your hoe for dinner
She said shes a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia
I ate her at the Supper Club
Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups
Now every nigga in here seeing if you tryin' to fuck
And every nigga in here schemin' gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce nigga they spray dumb
Its like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like Jason
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga
[Hook x2: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that
Half ya'll niggas in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke nigga
[Hook x2: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe
Now you in the club tryin' to fuck no love hoe
How you do that there? bitch let the blunt go
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