Chris Brown - Bunkin'

[Intro - Chris Brown:]

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

Whats happen though?)

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 my bitch she bunkin'

[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 2 - T.I.:]

Now don't it feel great

When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates

With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini

Make a home girl hate

Trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day

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

And I ain't gon' stop

Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about

Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot

Racks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?

Even if not, bet the brain on fire

Nigga 14 years I remain on fire

Men do, women too but the game don’t lie

Still up to the same old shit

Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shit

Stop playing with the pussy you know you don't want this

Shut the fuck down or yo ass gon get it

In public, it's nothing

I'm right back in my bunkin'

Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin

[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 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'ma bite that

Got money in the mattress where I hide it at

Counting alla that, fuck alla 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

Will 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 up with the Xans

With some zombies here tonight

Slow motion, your bitch choosy

She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"

I told that bitch "I'm out here coolin"

With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain

Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain

Girl your booty like a pumpkin

And my bitch she be bunkin'

[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