Nigga Like Me

[Pre-Hook: Chris Brown] Mo money mean mo problems Give a fuck about you niggas Mo models a hudred bottles I'm stuntin' on you niggas We takin' your girl It's me and my niggas Go figure, go figure Got em [Hook: Chris Brown] A nigga like me She really want a nigga like me A nigga like me She only want a nigga like me A nigga like me Only want a nigga like me A nigga like me She said she like a nigga like me [Verse 1: Siya] Hol' up She really want a nigga with some deep pockets She really want a nigga that be stunitn' She really want a nigga that'll take her to the club and buy bottle all night just enough for a nigga You really can't afford her I ride around in whip that's a porter She know I'm gon' spoil her I'm a hood nigga, and she love it Came from the bottom but I been getting money Out the pen though I never leave the club without a chopper Good luck if a nigga try and rob her Four chains on all never touch shit in Fly ass niggas all the hoes wanna fuck with I'm higher then heaven I'm higher than heaven I'm blowing Jamaica Loud packs shawty I don't never smoke vapors Start cuffin' that bitch 'fore I take her [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 2: Chris Brown] You fuck around and hate me I'ma take your bitch Take your chain, nigga take your shit I ain't never ever been broke Fuckin' with amigo, spending those pesos bitch Put your hands up, nigga sit down I box a nigga with these six rounds I ain't gotta say two words But when I pull up to the curb you motherfuckers just get down Wanna talk about money, nigga look at these hundreds I could do it by myself, no help Nigga who runnin? Look, Chuck Taylor's make me run fast Left hook, click pow that's a gun jab And a nigga wanna smile when you layin' down Silly nigga talkin' shit now he toe tag [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3: Problem] Whaaat If you got a hot nine teach us You motherfuckers sure gon' learn 'bout me Never low yeah I'm always high key Yo' nine last time nigga uses ID Always real niggas in my background Fifty deep in the club, no pat downs (yeah) Lacin' the shoes cause we run it And my hoes ain't runnin' for nothin' Cause I am the man (man) I am the man, I am the man Your homie he ran You think it's a bed the way I would lie on his stand For all of my fam I done done it already I see you love me already She feel it all in her belly This money [?] is [?] Milk 'em no dairy Your boy get head bigger than [?] Come on [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]