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    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    She don't think that I can change
    So I switched from a Benz to a Range
    First class to the jet (yeah!)
    Got more money than her ex
    Way more money than her ex
    And he ain't nothing like me, girl
    I done showed you shit you never seen, girl
    But he ain't nothing like me, girl

    [Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
    He complain about your spending
    I hand you the card, tell you spend it
    Master P, no limit
    I let you do you, girl
    He don't put no gas in your car, nah
    We hit the lot and buy cars, girl
    He fuck you every blue moon
    I hit it till the sun come up
    That's why I fuck with you girl
    You ain't looking for no come up
    Your nigga ain't about his money
    He got zeros, I got commas
    He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles
    We pulling up on Forgiato's
    All of my niggas got money
    That nigga can't pull out a hundred

    [Hook: Chris Brown]

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    I ain't gone start shit
    And a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies
    Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back
    I know you got a nigga, don't lie
    Fuck your boyfriend, not tonight
    I'ma make you mine, all night
    Damn I'm on your ass can't hide it
    Cause all my girls that sing this
    shit don't want a broke nigga (no)
    All they wanna do smoke and drink
    And they know what I'm thinking
    She choosing (choosing) to fuck with a fly nigga
    Your bitch about to change up
    I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga

    [Hook: Chris Brown]

    [Verse 3: Tyga]
    More money, most money
    Marlon Wayans, tell them niggas
    ain't shit funny
    Tight money, shit too private for
    your plane money
    You coach money, I toast crimes loaf running
    Rich nigga, Alpo, Rich Porter
    I'm Ceo, plus I fucked his granddaughter
    I do shit you think about on the toilet
    My cup over-running, flowing like Fiji water
    And my new bitch sorta like an alcoholic
    Bitch my new car
    call that bitch "whatchamacallit"
    T-Raw (yeah) got pussy calling
    Ohb L-K, only balling
    I came with the tooth filler
    In case a nigga wanna score a round with me, nigga
    True shit, trill nigga
    Put down my hard hat, drill bitches
    fuck with me

    [Hook: Chris Brown x2]

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