[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh
[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
M-M-Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans
In my cherry red Vans
Cherry red, cherry red
(You know what time it is, nigga)
Cherry red
My niggas soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Ooh)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red), cherry red Vans
[Verse 1: Ray J, Chris Brown]
This one for my niggas in the slam, cherry red
P-P-Pontiac Firebird Trans Am (Firebird Trans Am)
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I-I-I buy my bottom bitch a burgundy Porsche Cayenne (Skrrt)
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey-baked ham
I went from black tuxedo in some cherry red Vans (Out-we-chea, oh)
[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans
In my cherry red Vans (Huh)
Cherry red, cherry red
(You know what time it is, nigga)
Cherry red
My niggas soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Ooh)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red), cher—
[Post-Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown]
Cherry red Vans
(Yeah, you see me, nigga, haha)
Cherry red Vans
(Y'all know my niggas too, nigga, 169)
Cherry red
(What up, Whacks? Eastside View)
(Haha, what's brackin', nigga?)
Cherry red Vans
(Breezy)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
All of you niggas some fake hoes (Hoes)
I dare any nigga to try somethin'
Niggas upset, but won't take a hit
It's Eastside nigga, 500
Piru, Sinko that nigga from Avenue (Yeah!)
Ray J, I fuck with the center views (Woo!)
Give you one problem, we make the news (Grrah!)
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at (Bah!)
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that (Ooh!)
If you got a problem, then pull up (Yeah)
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
'Cause you not the man of the house (Oh, ha!)
[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown]
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan
Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans (Yeah)
In my cherry red Vans (In my cherry)
Cherry red (In my cherry), cherry red
(You know what time it is, nigga, in my)
Cherry red
My niggas soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Oh, ooh, yeah)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans (A nigga)
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red, oh), cherry red—
[Verse 3: Luvaboy TJ]
Lace up my red Vans (Yeah), duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head (Woo)
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a Mighty Mouse (Yo)
Pull up in that cherry red django
Breakin' the bread down with all of my niggas (Yeah)
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like a banger (Oh)
That thug life, that's that hood life (The life)
Lift your flag and throw your set up (Woo)
Hustle for that good life (Yo)
Chitty-chitty bang-bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
[Chorus: Ray J, Ray J & Chris Brown, Chris Brown]
(I'm just a)
Just a young, fly nigga with a plan (Ayy)
Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red Vans)
In my cherry red Vans
Cherry red (Cherry red), cherry red
(You know what time it is, nigga)
Cherry red
(What's brackin', blood?)
My niggas soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Ooh)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans (What up?)
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Yeah! Cherry red), cherry red (Ow!)
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