Released: June 24, 2019
Featuring: Chris Brown
Songwriter: Sevyn Streeter My Guy Mars Chris Brown The Game
Producer: My Guy Mars
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm supposed to be your number one
Thought we was gettin' married when the summer come
Two-piece Armani with the cummerbund
And when she look in my eyes, she see a money sign
She see Louis Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that coach, how that Escada feel?
I mean it's gotta feel good to be a bitch about the hood
Drivin' a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we livin' that good
Chowin' on Mr. Chow's, after this it's Pillippe's
Nigga, you know my style
Little Cristal, Little Rosé
A whole bunch of Al's bad bitches in the place
Nigga feelin' like an owl, nigga, I'm so fly
I pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon' die, die
Baby, you know them doors are suicide
And it ain't about nothin' but you and I
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
[Verse 2: The Game]
She used to stash my loot all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had three stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a nigga
Oprah, all up in the club gettin' hawked by the vultures
The female Spreewell, it was too hard to coach her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shoppin', get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It ain't trickin' if you got it right, no sir
Can't get a shot of Patrón unless she gon' fuck
Can't leave these hoes alone, nigga, it's so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick 'em both up
Then we hit South Beach, pull my Gucci locs up
Hit my nigga Wayne like, "Let me borrow some boats there"
Lookin' like a castin' call and we show up
We gettin' Young Money but we grown up
So what?
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
[Verse 3: The Game]
Baby girl always runnin' her mouth
So I told her, "You know I run this town"
It's like she live in Australia
Her world's upside down
But it's a upside to that
'Cause I love when she face down
She my sex slave, I'm the king
I wear the crown
Now how that sound?
To the lames that run around with dames
I gunned down, cum stains on nightgowns
All Chapstick on champagne glasses
Louis Vuitton, Gucci belt, ain't a damn thing clashin'
But me in L.V
Now niggas see I don't do ménages no more
I'm on my fourth LP
Now it's three bitches, we in the 64 deep
Automatics, start key in my pocket, that's low-key
And in the spur of the moment I'm Ginóbili
Meanin' I ball with Kobe while you sit in nosebleeds
And I know exactly what these hoes need
But I'm so dope, they OD
Baby, it's a wrap
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm supposed to be your number one
Thought we was gettin' married when the summer come
Two-piece Armani with the cummerbund
And when she look in my eyes, she see a money sign
She see Louis Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that coach, how that Escada feel?
I mean it's gotta feel good to be a bitch about the hood
Drivin' a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we livin' that good
Chowin' on Mr. Chow's, after this it's Pillippe's
Nigga, you know my style
Little Cristal, Little Rosé
A whole bunch of Al's bad bitches in the place
Nigga feelin' like an owl, nigga, I'm so fly
I pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon' die, die
Baby, you know them doors are suicide
And it ain't about nothin' but you and I
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
[Verse 2: The Game]
She used to stash my loot all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had three stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a nigga
Oprah, all up in the club gettin' hawked by the vultures
The female Spreewell, it was too hard to coach her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shoppin', get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It ain't trickin' if you got it right, no sir
Can't get a shot of Patrón unless she gon' fuck
Can't leave these hoes alone, nigga, it's so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick 'em both up
Then we hit South Beach, pull my Gucci locs up
Hit my nigga Wayne like, "Let me borrow some boats there"
Lookin' like a castin' call and we show up
We gettin' Young Money but we grown up
So what?
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
All these girls around the world, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
I thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta, girl
All I ever wanted was a real thug
You know that I'm a gangsta, girl
Hey
[Verse 3: The Game]
Baby girl always runnin' her mouth
So I told her, "You know I run this town"
It's like she live in Australia
Her world's upside down
But it's a upside to that
'Cause I love when she face down
She my sex slave, I'm the king
I wear the crown
Now how that sound?
To the lames that run around with dames
I gunned down, cum stains on nightgowns
All Chapstick on champagne glasses
Louis Vuitton, Gucci belt, ain't a damn thing clashin'
But me in L.V
Now niggas see I don't do ménages no more
I'm on my fourth LP
Now it's three bitches, we in the 64 deep
Automatics, start key in my pocket, that's low-key
And in the spur of the moment I'm Ginóbili
Meanin' I ball with Kobe while you sit in nosebleeds
And I know exactly what these hoes need
But I'm so dope, they OD
Baby, it's a wrap