I See Red

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

The same old hood shit early in the mornin'

Smoke that same old good shit, I'm all about my paper

Don't be on that bullshit, the world is full of colors

But, but, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

The world is full of colors, but all I see is red

[Verse 1: Kid Red]

I'm 'bout my paper, 'bout my bread

Pat that cake, I'm the baker's man

You niggas is shook, can't shake my hand

I take my time, y'all take a stand

And I take a bitch, I'll break a bitch

I save my money, I don't save no bitch

We a crew with sharks in a tank of fish

Yeah, you lookin' at a star, ho, make a wish

Comin' straight up off the block like Jadakiss

Nah, honey, I ain't kiddin', I don't play for shit

When I pull up in that red 'Rari

Make that nigga have to run up in your house party, nigga

[Pre-Chorus: Kid Red]

I'm 'bout my paper so we on that bullshit

A nigga get to talkin', we gon' empty that full clip

Hoes always wonderin' what I'm doin'

Gettin' me some money, bitch, pop that pussy

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

The same old hood shit early in the mornin'

Smoke that same old good shit, I'm all about my paper

Don't be on that bullshit, the world is full of colors

But, but, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

The world is full of colors, but all I see is red

[Verse 2: Kid Red]

Two blunts and a molly, three shots to get me started

Every mornin' is a party, every night is a orgy

Redhead Ken with my Black on white Barbies

Red and white diamonds in my black and red 'Rari

Now I'm private jet landin', thirty bottles up in Magic

Got master 'round my wrist, I'll throw an arrow at the dancers

Player 'til I die, freak show as usual

Yeah, I let 'em strippers play, pop that at my funeral

Ready for the turn up, big blunt burners

OHB the cream makers 'cause we all earners

Fuck her, then I'm gone, she hit the dot, so it's legal

Leave her on face like a plaintiff 'cause I'm hung just like the jurors, ha

[Pre-Chorus: Kid Red]

I'm 'bout my paper so we on that bullshit

A nigga get to talkin', we gon' empty that full clip

Hoes always wonderin' what I'm doin'

Gettin' me some money, bitch, pop that pussy

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

The same old hood shit early in the mornin'

Smoke that same old good shit, I'm all about my paper

Don't be on that bullshit, the world is full of colors

But, but, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

But, but all I see is red

The world is full of colors, but all I see is red