Substance

[Intro: Chris Brown] (Yeah) Right now you warned OHB, yeah [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Let's talk about somethin' Girl, I need your acceptance You're makin' assumptions But you know it's nothin' (Yeah) The liquor keep callin' You know I need more It's ninety-nine problems, can't take any more I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the four Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through Only hot bitches in the bedroom Pop a Xan', watch me get loose Throwin' all of these bands for you [Chorus: Chris Brown] Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh) I need substance from you (Oh, woah) Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh) I need substance from you (Ow!) [Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown] Girl, who do you fuck when I ain't in the city? (Yeah) Drivin' me crazy, way over the limit My homies, they say that I'm trippin' Fuck it, I'm trippin', I'm crazy, I'm whippin' (Oh) My heart is racin', this shit is amazin' This negative energy How did our love end up like the Kennedy's? (Oh) Mixin' up drugs, yeah, I got the remedy Damn, you fuckin' the enemy I gave you the best of me (Oh) Showed you how to trap out the bando And left her the recipe, damn (Yeah!) [Chorus: Chris Brown] Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh) I need substance from you (Oh, woah) Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh) I need substance from you [Verse 3: Tracy T, Chris Brown, Tracy T & Chris Brown] Substance abuse (Yeah), substance from you (Yeah) Thousand dollar tab, baby, this ain't bought food (Nah) This a two-seater, baby, you can't car pool (Skrrt) Got the old school, move like the car new (Woah) Bands low, never make your girl spend it with me (Yeah) When she gone, I get it back and spend another sixty Still cold hearted, say it's cold-hearted, woah She shotgun, I drop the top, let your hair blow Them heels got you walkin' like you on the runway I don't play, but we got the game like a arcade On the witch hunt, I know you gon' make it right for me (Right for me, oh, yeah) Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me (Oh, tonight for me) And, baby (Huh), I jump in that foreign She hop in that passenger (Oh) She gon' move work, she lowkey in the Acura (Yeah) Bitch, ain't no cuffin', a boy still a bachelor (Ow!) [Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Lo] Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh) I need substance from you (Oh, woah) Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Yeah, substance, oh) I need substance from you (Lo) [Verse 4: Young Lo] Four in the mornin', I'm thinkin' of you (Yeah) Just got the seal and I'm pourin' it through (Woo) How can I deal with this substance abuse? I'm only askin' this all 'cause of you (You) These Xannies got me trippin' right now Babe, your love is like a Perc', my heart itchin' right now See 'em flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now But I know it's just the drugs that got me trippin' right now Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like a playground Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought that you would stay 'round Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms I can't feel my face and I'm losin' my vision [Chorus: Chris Brown] Substance, substance Substance, substance (Oh, woah) Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh) I need substance from you (Huh) [Verse 5: Chris Brown] In recovery, rehabilitatin' from you Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testin', makin' all them moves We both gettin' fucked up, what's your excuse? A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose Bitch, I'm sippin', you steady trippin' and politickin' Takin' vacations with your bitch, why she ain't postin' pictures I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen If she don't drink, she gon' drown, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches (Ow!) You know that pussy my addiction She drivin' my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fuckin' up my pimpin' Take a picture, nigga, see how I'm livin' Ain't goin' back to prison, I got two felonies, dismissin' the case A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe Hella bitches, hella bitches piled up in the Wraith Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face