I Bet
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Ballin' like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like Sheneneh, uh-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hol' up, I'm gettin' money, boy
Your girl want me 'cause I got them toys
'Raris and them Bentleys and Aventadors
Double-decker buses and them private jets, I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous, I'm a pervert
I be in that pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervix
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
'Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet (Yeah)
Because she wanna be on TV with a nigga (With a nigga), I bet (Haha)
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Verse 2: Tyga]
I-I-I got a hunnid on it (Ha)
She ain't faithful to you, nigga (Nah)
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie (Homie)
I give a fuck what you know, makes no sense, you ho
Rolls gas, Royce pedal, pockets on roseo
R-Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch (Yeah)
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she taste it, she swallowed, she's wasted (Ah)
F-Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it (Cyeah)
Come again, I replay it (Cyeah)
Speed it up, I'm speed racer (Cyeah)
Bet if you catch her lyin', she gon' reverse it 'cause
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, 50 Cent]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga (Ha), I bet
(Yeah, got your ass, bitch)
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga (Woop), I bet (Ha)
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas (Yeah)
No sympathy for you niggas (50)
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave
We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on the keys
You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun (Ow!)
After the strokin', I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, "Honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss" (Haha)
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
Shawty gon' be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet (Yeah)
Because she wanna be on TV with a nigga (With a nigga), I bet (Haha)
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
No sympathy for you niggas
[Outro: K. Michelle]
Y'all bitch-ass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' y'all niggas. I don't give a fuck who y'all is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And y'all not givin' me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up