Bunkin'

[Intro: Chris Brown] Where my real bitches at? 100, keep this shit 100, 100 [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My bitch bunkin' She only clap that ass for me My bitch bunkin' I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga [Verse 1: Jay 305] (I don't know if you know How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset California, Los Angeles my nigga What's happening though? Look) My bitch grind, my boo now know I'm thugging, I'm from the Slums She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run I got my motherfucking J's on, finna hit Arkansas Get these OXYs off, come back to L.A., wipe my case Where I'm from it's bang or ball, fucking bitches like yo misses Flip 'em like a case of raw, back to to business flipping digits Splitting switches with my niggas, came from nothing, from nothing to something Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging Coming out the county jail smell like public, yo momma love it Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga [Hook: Chris Brown] [Verse 2: T.I.] Hey hey, now don't it feel great When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates? Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini Make a home girl hate Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day Nigga, proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on Ki's Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop Teaching you the shit that you ain't know 'bout On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock Stop cuffing that bitch like she ain't no thot Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop? Even if not, but the brain on fire Nigga 14 years I remain on fire Men do, women too but the game don’t lie Hey, still up to the same old shit Bang on a pussy nigga they ain't no shit Stop playing with it pussy you know you don’t want this Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon’ get it In public, it’s nothin’ I'm right back in my bunkin’ Ain't what you do it’s how you does it And we does it cousin [Hook: Chris Brown] [Verse 3: Tyga] Make me harder, miss your daughter She just wanna lay and party Be my naughty girl in college Fuck you all the time, I'm tired Wake up on it, it's that Early morning, tap that wet wet You know a nigga love breakfast, I'mma bite that Got money in the mattress where I hide it at She counting all of that, fuck all of them niggas They don't know what to do with all that As a matter fact get on my lap Put you on the map take you out the trap From a condo to a larger state Got double gates If I catch a case Would you wait on me and build me up again, if so [Bridge: Chris Brown] Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands, money in my hand Double cuppin' with the Sprite, mix it with Xans With some zombies here tonight, slow motion, your bitch choosing She say "Don't they call you Breezy?" I told that bitch "I'm coolin" With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain She got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain Girl your booty like a pumpkin, like a pumpkin And my bitch she be bunkin' [Hook: Chris Brown]