36 Oz (Remix)

[Hook: Chris Brown & Skeme] All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Now I need all thirty-six O's out the whole thing My watch be telling me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Wake up in the morning feeling like we don't deserve this Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked bitch [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Helicopters flying 'round my house, like fuck 'em You know that 12 stay investigating, I don't trust 'em You done drove a long way, only sold you one-eighth If you talking gun play, niggas got that one way Ticket to get stuck in traffic, I pull out then pass it, we driving them hearses And your homies been wearing your t-shirt to practice speaking them verses We do this for real, I ain't got time to see no bird bitch I just pop a pill, this codeine got a nigga swerving [Hook: Chris Brown & Skeme] All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Now I need all thirty-six O's out the whole thing My watch be telling me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Wake up in the morning feeling like we don't deserve this Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked bitch [Verse 2: Skeme] I used to flip them things and get that change up out 'em Young nigga done got that change but ain't shit changed about him I put my neck down on the line, got twenty chains around it You ain't talking 'bout no money, we don't hear about it Tell all your niggas we don't need the convo, I'mma have twenty hoes twerk at the condo I been riding since the summer of '87, crazy thing, I wasn't born 'til the '9-0 All of them years we was broke what I shine for, got me separating zeros like grind for I break a nine out the motherfucking brick with my eyes closed [Hook: Chris Brown & Skeme] All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Now I need all thirty-six O's out the whole thing My watch be telling me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Wake up in the morning feeling like we don't deserve this Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked bitch [Verse 3: Skeme] Snitches get stitches, I feel like you niggas some fakes and some bitches These niggas will tell on they partners, just hoping the judge give a break on the sentence Hand on the wheel, I just handle my business and I wish Dolla Bill was living a witness The way this lil nigga done round up them digits, man I got that gift like it came with ribbon I tell these liberty bitches that I ain't switching 'less we talking 'bout switching positions I turn the wood to the world for my niggas, I hope that shit did make a difference They dodge a homie cause of codeine I'm sipping, these glasses, homie, gave me Cartier vision They hating on me, faking on me, but still I ain't tripping [Hook: Chris Brown & Skeme] All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Now I need all thirty-six O's out the whole thing My watch be telling me I ain't got time to play with hoes, man All I ever wanted was some Jordans and a gold chain Wake up in the morning feeling like we don't deserve this Once we get it started, ain't no way you could reverse this We do this for real, it ain't no way to rehearse this You play 'round with mine, I fuck around and get you murked bitch