Possessive (feat. Lil Wayne & BLEU) - Chris Brown

Yeah (Yeah, yeah) For better or worse I'm here with you (For better or worse) I just logged of the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin' I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature (Yeah) Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, I done got us accommodated (Yeah) Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (Yeah) The cars that we drive come in like common dеnominators You could be the one livin' this lifе or the commentator I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled) I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA (Skrrt) I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (Fuck it) Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch We out in Palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime? I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over Now look at me cross-over (Yeah) And I rap like my life depend on this shit (It does, nigga) I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla Guns on the dresser came with a compresser Don't you treat, treat, treat me like sixth man, uh, yeah Ayy, tell the valet, "Bring the Urus to the parking lot" I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick so stop Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink Henny Talkin' 'bout some nights before the tour, what you gon' do to get it? Ayy, I prolly got half of your rent, if not, get up in it Pay me, the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world The world cray, always first, never second, suck my third leg Got her legs in the air like some bird legs Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy Coke on my fingers, work a key like a keyboard Cocaine cowboy, yee haw, high comin' down Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I won too, I'm not 'em Put the gun to his collar, alhamdulillah'd 'em, yeah Bum boo and olives, mushroom and molly Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić Promethazine make my punch punch like Muhammad New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis Yeah, red bandana and blue collar Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soul child in this bitch Platinum teeth but they I smile in this bitch What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bitch If you's lack, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah Yeah (Yeah, yeah) For better or worse I'm here with you (For better or worse)

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across I be with killers just coming home They only hope is me and the Quran They only wish is for a new chain But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at And I move where the realest be And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped Yeah, the DMV on the map That's a city, two states if you can count I'm as real as I say, I never lie So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in These bitches want money stacks Me? I want a hundred stacks These bitches selling their soul Well, I want my money back She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass Look what them booty shots done to that That bitch need her money back, Lord She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring She say I buy her all kinds of things She lie about everything I put her on time out and everything I cut the bitch off like a thread of string These hoes'll say about anything 'Cause they know that y'all believe everything That's why I get high about everything All of this fog like the weather change Turn the strip club to a hurricane We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang And we do not play games 'bout money, mane She do something strange for money, mane Yeah, I used to play running back I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Balling, we balling, we balling Balling (Balling), hey darling (Hey darling) Sweet darling (Hey darling), you know we ballin' We balling, Wale, fuck with me Mula baby Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season For no reason, fuck with me