Chris Brown - Bitch I'm Paid

[Intro]
Yeah, haha, what? Big shit nigga
Haha, a hunnid or nothing, look, leggo

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
She drop it on the floor and this money on the way
I say I'm, bitch I'm paid that's all I gotta say
When you talk about that money pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
I say ya, bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
When the media talk about a nigga, just smoke a blunt and roll up
Bitch I'm paid it's all I gotta say
Living every fucking day like Judgement Day, leggo

[Verse 1]
I'm grinding hard but this money is calling the shots
Got that big bank and this money long and they sticking they hand in my pot
With this Rolex I bowflex and my ears looking like Rocky
Better better gon' head with that bullshit cause I am something you not
Better put your hands up if you wanna knuckle up, take you for that ride better buckle up
I got bands up for them dancers, when your shift is up come fuck with us
It’s a real nigga affair ‘cause them real niggas in here
Girl better get up on me 'fore a real nigga disappear
Got that ghost outside waiting, not that popo, cameras hating
Got my shades on, nigga wanna talk that shit I'm elevating
All my ladies celebrating
If my bitches catch you slipping you’ll be tied up in my basement, no location that shit cray
Ha, what you mean I'm big headed? Oh you talking 'bout my dick
What you mean that shit petty? Oh you talking 'bout my bitch
Talking bout I'm a light bright, you talking 'bout my wrist
Didn't know I could rap right? Nah, but this that shit

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Y'all not cooperating, my occupation is to occupy all these nations
Communication with your lady in my new Mercedes
I'm riding down with my top down
Too much smoke up in her weave, better let that shit air out, yikes
Better give me that nana, call me dada and I'll be papa
I'mma be your cookie monster, gold ticket like a nigga Willy Wonka
But you know a nigga really want you, bang bang I do the damn thing
But then I hit it again and it make a bitch roll up, haha
I own this necklace, matter of fact all of this my shit
That’s my ring, that’s my Range, I'mma 'bout to make your bitch my bitch
I said money ain't never no issue, crying niggas gon' take a tissue
It’s crazy in the club the night and nigga we ain't seen you

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Nigga got me tipsy, I'm slowly leaning
Looking at her titties, she high beaming
She looking at my chain but, all she really want is my semen
I'mma let her get it, right on the face clear it up like Noxzema
Now a nigga like me I can do a rap song any day of the week
Singing ass nigga tatted up though ladies know I'm a freak
You know I'm a freak, you know I'm a freak
It's Breezy bitch yikes a nigga cold on the beat, yikes, cold as ice, yikes, Breezy