Bunkin'

[Intro: Chris Brown]

Where my real bitches at?

One hunnid

Keep that shit one hunnid

One hunnid

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')

She went from nothin', now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a ki'

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)

Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)

We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

[Interlude: Jay 305]

I don't know if you know how it feel to ride down Sunset watchin' the sunset (Damn, bitch)

California, Los Angeles, nigga (That ain't your problem though)

What's happenin' though? Look

[Verse 1: Jay 305, Jay 305 & Chris Brown]

My bitch grind (My bitch grind)

My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums (I'm from the slums)

She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my, uh)

Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months (Fuckin' months)

Told her hold my spot, I'm on the run (Skrrt)

I got my motherfuckin' J's on, finna hit Arkansas

Get these Oxy's off

Come back to L.A., fight my case

Where I'm from it's bang or ball

Fuckin' bitches like yo' missus

Flip 'em like a case of rum (Yeah)

Back to business, flippin' digits (Yeah, yeah)

Splittin' switches with my niggas (Yeah, yeah)

Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin' (Yeah, yeah)

Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin' (Uh, uh)

Comin' out the county jail, smell like bubbly

Yo' momma love it

Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')

She went from nothin', now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a ki'

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)

Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)

We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Hey hey, now don't it feel great

When you ride through the hood where you known as Bill Gates? (I'm known as Bill Gates)

Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini, make a homegirl hate

Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day

Nigga, proof that sellin' drugs on the corner still pay

I make a hundred G's, spend forty on ki's

Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case (What?)

Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop

Teachin' you the shit that you ain't know 'bout

On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock

Stop cuffin' that bitch like she ain't no thot

Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop?

Even if not, but the brain on fire (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Nigga, fourteen years, I remain on fire

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

Hey, still up to the same old shit (Yep)

Bang on a pussy, nigga, they ain't no shit

Stop playin' with it, pussy, you know you don't want this

Shut the fuck down or your ass gon' get it, uh

In public, it's nothin'

I'm right back in my bunkin'

Ain't what you do, it's how you does it

And we does it, cousin

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')

She went from nothin', now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a ki'

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)

In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)

Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)

We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)

[Verse 3: Tyga]

Ah, 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 mornin', tap that wet-wet (Woo)

You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that (Ha)

Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at? (Yeah)

She countin' all of that (Yeah), fuck all of them niggas

They don't know what to do with all that

As a matter fact, get on my lap (Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)

Put you on the map take you out the trap (Trap)

From a condo to a larger state

Got double gates

If I catch a case, would you wait on me and build me up again?

If so (If so)

[Verse 4: Chris Brown, Tyga]

Yeah, my niggas thuggin' (Woo, yeah)

Poppin' rubber bands, money in my hands (Ha)

Double cup it with the Sprite, mix it with Xans (Yeah!)

We some zombies here tonight

Slow motion, your bitch choosin'

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

I told that bitch, "I'm coolin" (I'm coolin'!)

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

She got a million dollar body with a hunnid dollar brain (Yeah!)

Girl, your booty like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)

And my bitch, she be bunkin' (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')

She went from nothin', now she somethin'

My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')

She only clap that ass for me

My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')

I taught her how to whip a ki'

Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)

She bring that dough to me how I want it (Ooh-ooh, how I want it)

In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that, all that, all that)

Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)

We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)

I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)