Bunkin'
[Intro - Chris Brown:]100, keep this shit 100100
[Hook - Chris Brown:]Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'She went from nothing now she somthingMy bitch bunkin'She only clap that ass for meMy bitch bunkin'I taught her how to whip a keyNow my trap jumpin'She bring that dough to me how I want itIn fifties, hundreds, all thatMoney is money, my niggaEven small stacksWe on right now, so you may have to wait, my niggaI throw that cash in the airThis shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 1 - Jay 305:](I don't know if you knowHow it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunsetCalifornia, Los Angeles my niggaWhats happen though?)My bitch grindMy boo now know I'm thuggingI'm from the SlumsShe know I'm in the streets, she hold my gunsAin't seen my P.O. in weeksFuckin' monthsTold her hold my spot down I'm on the runI got my motherfucking J's onFinna hit Arkansas get these OXYs offCome back to L.A., wipe my caseWhere I'm from it's bang or ballFucking bitches like yo missesFlip em' like a case of rawBack to to business flipping digitsSplitting switches with my niggasCame from nothing, from nothing to somethingKnow my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggingComing out the county jail smell like publicYo momma love it, got your main bitchOn my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'She went from nothing now she somthingMy bitch bunkin'She only clap that ass for meMy bitch bunkin'I taught her how to whip a keyNow my trap jumpin'She bring that dough to me how I want itIn fifties, hundreds, all thatMoney is money, my niggaEven small stacksWe on right now, so you may have to wait, my niggaI throw that cash in the airThis shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 2 - T.I.:]Now don't it feel greatWhen you ride through the hood when you known as Bill GatesWith a super bad bitch in a drop LamborghiniMake a home girl hateTrap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a dayProof that selling drugs on the corner still payI make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki'sPut the rest away just in case I caught a real caseAnd I ain't gon' stopTeaching you the shit that you ain't know aboutStop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thotRacks on that ass, think it ain’t gon drop?Even if not, bet the brain on fireNigga 14 years I remain on fireMen do, women too but the game don’t lieStill up to the same old shitBang on the pussy nigga they ain't no shitStop playing with the pussy you know you don't want thisShut the fuck down or yo ass gon get itIn public, it's nothingI'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 somthingMy bitch bunkin'She only clap that ass for meMy bitch bunkin'I taught her how to whip a keyNow my trap jumpin'She bring that dough to me how I want itIn fifties, hundreds, all thatMoney is money, my niggaEven small stacksWe on right now, so you may have to wait, my niggaI throw that cash in the airThis shit feel great, my nigga
[Verse 3 - Tyga:]Make me harder, miss your daughterShe just wanna lay and partyBe my naughty girl in collegeFuck you all the time, I'm tiredWake up on it it's thatEarly morning, tap that wet wetYou know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite thatGot money in the mattress where I hide it atCounting alla that, fuck alla them niggasThey don't know what to do with all thatAs a matter fact get on my lapPut you on the map take you out the trapFrom a condo to a larger stateGot double gates, if I catch a caseWill you wait on me and build me up again, if so
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]Yeah my niggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bandsMoney in my handDouble cuppin' with the SpriteMix it up with the XansWith some zombies here tonightSlow motion, your bitch choosyShe 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 chainGot a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brainGirl your booty like a pumpkinAnd my bitch she be bunkin'
[Hook - Chris Brown:]Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'She went from nothing now she somthingMy bitch bunkin'She only clap that ass for meMy bitch bunkin'I taught her how to whip a keyNow my trap jumpin'She bring that dough to me how I want itIn fifties, hundreds, all thatMoney is money, my niggaEven small stacksWe on right now, so you may have to wait, my niggaI throw that cash in the airThis shit feel great, my nigga