Bitches

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah (Hahaha, look)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Higher than the moon, nigga, what up?

I hear 'em wolfin', a nigga need to shut up

While I'm in the pussy, face down and the butt up

You ain't shit to her, and me, I'm just a fuck up

Fuck a handshake, nigga, we ain't brothers

On that Westside where they reppin' for they colors

Talkin' big shit 'cause my dick'll make you stutter

All over your face like it's butter, nutter

Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down

Nasty on the dick, bitch, give a nigga a wipe down

Twenty-four inches, I'm rollin' on chrome, my niggas are smokin' on that loud

Bitches try to flaunt, huh, I'ma blow they back out

I ain't thinkin' 'bout a nigga, walk past you

Bitch stole my blunt and said she like my tattoos

I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo

But when she drop it on the dick, she a damn fool

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah

All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas

All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas

Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas

'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us (Huh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

This a habit, in the club, I do magic

Fuckin' with these ratchets, no purses, they got baskets

It's a handout, these bitches high fiendin', guess they addicts

And I ask them, "Are you in like Patrick?"

Playin' with the pussy like it's Madden, fire like a dragon

If one say she like me, then they all bandwagon

Cheerleadin' ass hoes, but they pretty like a pageant

She said she'd let me cut, I got to stab it, for real though

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah

All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas

All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas

Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas

'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us

[Verse 3: Tyga]

Ha! Audemars, big bitch, big tipper

Supperclub, twenty thousand for the liquor

See the bitch I'm with, prolly never get her

No comp' bottles, they for broke niggas

Been the corner posted up with the dome giver

Money flowin' like wet pussy, that's a long river

So you got your bitch on lock? I slim jim her

It's that time of the month, fucktember

All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up

Throw your cup up, throw your set up

High in this bitch 'til the club lights lit up

Leave with her, big spender, a bitch shut up, ha!

T-Killuminati all through your body

She blow me like a twelve gauge shotty, you feel me?

Pull up in the 'Rari, the fuckin' life of the party

I'm gettin' hoes regardless, before this rap shit, I'm honest

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]

I don't need no niggas in my section (Ha)

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah (Yeah)

I don't need no niggas in my section

All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah

All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas

All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas

Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas

'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us