Banjo

[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]