Bunkin' (Explicit) - Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)/Tyga/Jay 305/T.I.
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Yeah my b**ch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**ch bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**ch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties hundreds all that
Money is money my ni**a
Even small stacks
We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great my ni**a
I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California Los Angeles my ni**a
What's happen though
My b**ch grind
My boo know I'm thugging
She know I'm in the streets she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P O in weeks
F**k it months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherf**king J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L A wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
F**king b**ches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing from nothing to something
Know my struggle my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it got your main b**ch
On my side on time ni**a my b**ch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**ch bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**ch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties hundreds all that
Money is money my ni**a
Even small stacks
We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great my ni**a
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood Bill Gates
With a super bad b**ch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Just trap ni**a known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling *** on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the sh*t that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that b**ch like she ain't no thot
Even if not brain on fire
Ni**a 14 years I remain on fire
Still up to the same old sh*t
Bang on the p**sy ni**a they ain't no sh*t
Stop playing with the p**sy you know you don't
Want this shot the f**k down or yo a** gon get it
In public it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**ch bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**ch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties hundreds all that
Money is money my ni**a
Even small stacks
We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great my ni**a
Make me harder miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my
F**k you all the time I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning
Got money in the mattress
Counting alla that f**k alla them niggas
They don't know what to do with
My condo to a larger state
Got double gates if I catch a case will you
Yeah my niggas thugging
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion your b**ch choosy
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Your booty like a can
And my b**ch she be bunkin'
Yeah my b**ch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b**ch bunkin'
She only clap that a** for me
My b**ch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties hundreds all that
Money is money my ni**a
Even small stacks
We on right now so you may have to wait my ni**a
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great my ni**a
