Socialize

[Intro: Chris Brown]

Oh-woah

Yeah

Look

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Actin' all sadity when a nigga in your city

Fame goin' to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties

And I don't pillow talk with a ho, that's a no no

In the mornin', Shade Room, she be tellin' all your business

And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flyin' out the coop

Got some niggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot

And bitches all on my 'Gram, I'm tryna make a hundred million

Got bitches on top of bitches, I'm stackin' 'em to the ceilin' (Baby, baby)

Always a nigga tryna hate on me

And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace

Bad bitches see the ice, they wanna skate on me

I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave

But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine

You know she can give me head, but she can't smoke my weed

In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models

And we don't fuck with you, nigga, we know you tell on your partners, ow!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

We always fussin' and arguin', then we kiss and make up

And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up

But why you actin' so surprised?

I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you

Told some lies

Now we in the club tryna socialize

[Verse 2: YoungBlacc]

Look, look

Now these bitches wanna show's up

'Cause they see me on the road and I'm jewelled up

And all these bitches on my line like they know us

But I don't want your pussy, I'ma let the crew fuck you up

She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it

Her lil' sister, she thick now, need those digits

This money comin' so quick now, need more spinach

We turn a bitch to a bust down if Chris hit it

And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch

But if she bringin' back money, we gon' all get rich

I need a new whip, new chain, talkin' 'bout the rap game

Keep a bitch ten toes down, I'm speakin' facts, mane

And you won't ever 'bout to break my niggas

And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my bitches

This the West Coast trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane

Spendin' young money and shit, call me Mack Maine

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Lo]

We always fussin' and arguin' (Woah, yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh)

And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Yeah)

But why you actin' so surprised? (Oh, baby)

I gave you my heart (Yeah), girl, I put it right in front of you (You)

Told some lies (Now we)

Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize (Look)

[Verse 3: Young Lo, Chris Brown, Young Lo & Chris Brown]

'Fore she used to be a solid bitch, but now she fuckin' with my tolerance (Yeow!)

Like I ain't the nigga that's bringin' dollars in (Ow!)

Took her from that regular life to livin' extravagant

Now you wanna flex on a nigga like you the baddest bitch (Ow!)

OHB, that's outta here, bitch, I got some new freaks

Porsche 911, sittin' pretty on them new feet

Too geeked, fucked for a hour, then let the crew skeet (Oh)

Cosey got four on the way while I got two suites

Black nigga in white linen with white women

And I ain't trippin', I like women that like women

Ooh, baby, they all losers, we like winnin'

If I kill the pussy, baby, that's a life sentence

Greenlight, yeah, that's night vision (Woo!)

Hi-Tech, yeah, I like sippin' (Woo!)

Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitchin' (Woo!)

Whippin' the block in four pots (Ah!), this my kitchen

Fuck with us (Oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

We always fussin' and arguin' (Yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh, no, no, no)

And every time I go out with my homies (Yeah), I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Why)

But why you actin' so surprised?

I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you

Told some lies

Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates, Chris Brown]

Big buck, bitch teeth crooked, I ain't let her suck it (Uh-huh)

And I ain't payin' for the Uber, never told her that I love her (Fuck out)

Kick her out mad every night, she go and get her brother (Yeah)

Locked up with the reds, you know I watched a nigga fuck her

Dawg, I go hard, I am all of the above

Shoulder playin' slingin' rods, I am all of the above (Bop-bop)

I be solo in the game, I be whippin' up in Ranges

Name's holdin' weight, kickin' fly conversation

Took a plane when it came, I ain't doin' no complainin'

He don't wanna front it, I'ma take it when I'm aimin' (Give it up)

I move real cool, handle business like a gangster

Like shoes on the 'Vette, that's a Lamb' to the jakes

I be workin' out, wearin' slay ups doin' reps

Like the bench press, killer stayin' in your chest (Boom-boom-boom)

No one came in, flip it for another set

Street certified, real nigga with respect (Ooh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

We always fussin' and arguin' (Fussin' and arguin'), then we kiss and make up

And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Ooh)

But why you actin' so surprised?

I gave you my heart (My heart), girl, I put it right in front of you (My heart)

Told some lies

Now we in the club (Ooh) tryna socialize