Ayo – Chris Brown

Hook:
Ayo, all my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo, I’mma take her ass down bring her friend around
Like ayo, I’m a bouche ass ni*** left the roof at home
We popping like ayo,ayo but don’t be acting like we need you

Tyga:
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fuc*** bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest ni***, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like..

(Hook)
Chris Brown:
I’m in a rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna f*** CoCo, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she going to motorbike
A ni*** ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just got me worried about fuc***
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her ni*** worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body, body
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
See when I go down on her
We fuc***, she thugging
We getting louddd
Cause we poppin’ like ..

(Hook)

Look, Look

Chris Brown & Tyga:
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pu***, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a f*** about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that ni***
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

(Hook)

Outro:
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof