Let The Blunt Go

[Intro: Funk Flex] Funk Flex, Chris Brown Who you mad at? Me or yourself? [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Gold chain, gold chain Getting money gon' and watch these hoes change I'm in the party got these bitches off molly and they rolling Bitches popping pills like it's for pain In their eyes I'm the shit Molly probably fantasising all about my dick Only one real nigga, take a pic And all you haters, I'mma take your bitch [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Every nigga in the club see the same ho With the same friends all they do is change clothes Try to bowl and they pussies say their lane closed If you fucking for your rent you a lame ho Oops, yeah I said that Half of y'all niggas in here fronting where your bread at? I, gon’ stutter rap Thought so can’t do it like this broke nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown] If say you got to work, why you in the club ho? Hell no you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club trying to fuck no love ho How you do that there? Bitch let the blunt go Say you got to work, why you in the club ho? Hell no you can’t smoke my drugs so Now you in the club trying to fuck no love ho 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 ain't looking I'mma eat your ho for dinner She said that she a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia, haha I ate her at the SupperClub Bad bitches at Greystone, but they just some runner ups Now every nigga in here seeing if you trying to fuck And every nigga in here scheming 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 [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] + [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus]