Can't Fight*

Lyrics from snippets: [Verse: Chris Brown] My gun, my crew lit New chain, new chopsticks Huh, new bitch, she topless Ass and it's all out, don't act like you know me Ain't nobody ever did shit for me I had to get it on my own Just gimme the cash, gimme the dollars Before I start actin' a ass and givin' you problems Shut the fuck up and gimme the juice, huh I stalled it, you noticed Hocus pocus, roll this I ain't do too well when I lose, huh Watch me, honest, bitch, I promise Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, loot, loot Walk 'round, I got bodies on me Who the boss givin' orders? (Yeah) And you lames ain't 'bout to body any Turn into, turn into reporters All on camera, you wanna record us Never sayin' that shit to my face Take no sleep on minimum wage How you hate on a nigga that's paid? That's right [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] I do my thing, you don't see this thing, all this ice Chopper bang, yeah, anything on sight I'ma spark it, send you to the stars tonight Fuck it I'm giving your bitch [Chorus: Chris Brown & Arsonal] Yeah, can't fight, can't fight, can't fight (I know the message) Who you playin' with? Can't fight [Verse: Arsonal] I said I know the message These boundaries, niggas overstepped it Can't have Mayweather's attitude with Adrian Broner's record It's the situation, niggas who can't fight the niggas hatin' 'Cause I'm doin' songs with the Michael Jack' of my generation (And that's a fact) I bleed blue Mister Me Too It's bullshit thinkin' you Mike could be Jordan Got you feelin' like you Creed, too (Let me catch that) But you can't box too since the sandbox Breezy said it was beef, hopped in the lamb chop and skrrt, skrrt, skrrt It's overtime, we put in work, work, work Get at your bitch, tell her come here and maker her slurp, slurp, slurp (haha) I still got niggas hatin', rattin', givin' statements, leakin' information My wrist defines what is icey minus the Immigration I'ma be funky with you, I got a low-key issue I ain't homies with you so fuck fightin', metal clip like Yoshi Mitsu (boom boom boom) Head shots, extendo and red dots But I could put the gun down and fight like a man That's word to Craig pops [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] I do my thing, you don't see this thing, all this ice Chopper bang, yeah, anything on sight I'ma spark it, send you to the stars tonight Fuck it I'm giving your bitch