[T-Pain]
It's your turn Chris
Lets go baby
I said let's go,

[Chris Brown]
Look, I just came to get rid of every n*gga
To murder every rapper, watch a n*gga come up outta me
I'm stuntin' hard on these muthaf*ckas
Flying on the VMA's. Evel Knievel, the n*gga proud of me
I'm drinking this shit til 5 in the morning
Your girls number 1 pick, call me Mr Lottery
I let a hater n*gga die, POW, like it's suicide
I ain't giving no more f*ckin' apologies
Stunt so hard, that shit crazy
Ain't shit free, f*ck you pay me
Heron flow from the 80′s, my chain on me like we made it
My Kinfolk got 10 hoes, 5 whites, 2 blacks like 3 Asians
My Benzo got damn hoe, n*gga take this shit I'm too faded
Go 'head and bring yo crown over
Ass kisser, brown noser, f*ck yo luck, I smoke clovers
I'm partying with boat owners
Marilyn Monroe hoes all on us
Rookie tryna get ya signing bonus
N*gga look at my chain man, I paint ya face, you a clown homie
Not tryna throw subliminal, my Porsche got 4?
Even if it's just 10 of y'all
I put in the old school and you pin up dolls, yes
That shit crazy, don't you play me
You tryna get on this bus, b*tch sign this waiver
Hol' up, hol' up, gimme that Chardonnay and that Marvin Gaye shit
But hol' up, my conversation too complicated, this b*tch too basic
You ain't no groupie girl and you know that I won't say shit
You got skeletons in your closet
I got aliens in my basement