ma hit you broads with Chris's paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash
[Chris Brown] I go by the name of Yung Chris Breezy Its hard to see me cuz Im fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other words
of hundred dollar bills caused a stir It went from ?don't take checks? to ?right away, yes sir!? Upper middle class white trash My pockets can't hold all my cash
certain does my jerk thing And I Keep her working She a star on the track like Pharrel, Na'mean? Your money slow mo My money like pro mo Giving autographs with the cash
wuhtchu doiin?? bullshettiin *Chris Brown* niigguh y u mad? u kno we bullshettiin ii liike mii carsz so ii liike mii broad's top miissiin made from
Nigga I don't play boy, I'm not Hugh Heffner, Bunnies in my mansion, and it ain't even Easter. Drop it drop it low girl, Futuristic Chris Brown, I can
's so hot up in da club Dat I ain't got no shoes on Holdin' up a big stack And dem hundreds in a rubber band Girl don't ask me for no cash 'Cause I'm
So Hot Up In Da ring Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin' Up A Big Stack And Dem Hundreds In A Rubba Band Girl Don't Ask Me For No Cash Cause Im Not
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
Aah, Colli Park Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Smurf You did the fool with this one, baby I got Hurricane Chris (Say girl, say girl) And right now (
[Shout] Just incase you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint
baby mama been scracting up my cash yo I am certified mack yo its like dat yooo [Andy] It's like dis yall, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yall
Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin' tremendous Dirty we big truckin' with weapons of mass destruction It's the muddy St Louis, get to it, cash
feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash
' to playa hate I flipped a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' split
beat me up send the block out on me I don't want the block to through on me Oh too clean (barking sounds) We got ah, we got hist dancers(what about chris hicks baby? ) Chris
you out like glass Joe, all that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo, you must got problems wit niggaz makin they cash flow, you baffled, you mutha
doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom, whoa what the fuck wrong wit you, damn i had a flash back, this nigga fronted me some yay, but you know that he aint gon'got his cash