Released: June 23, 2011
Featuring: Chris Brown
Songwriter: Chris Brown Bow Wow
[Intro: Bow Wow]
Yeah, yeah
Wizzle
YMCMB, nigga
[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
Uh, put my ex-girlfriend on time out (Yeah!)
Now I’m with my new bitch, knockin' her spine out (Yeah!)
Rollin' up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though (Cyeah!)
Party with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes (Wizzle)
I party hard like Charlie Sheen (Yeah!)
Used to Ferraris, been drivin' it since 17 (Yeah, yeah!)
Cash Money, Young Money, baby (Yeah!)
You already know I get it poppin', ask your lady (Ayy man, ayy man)
Sellin' out the Garden when I want to like Jay-Z (Cyeah!)
Right now I'm killin' 'em (Cyeah!), broad of hoes, fillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Treat 'em like construction sites, you know that I'm drillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Half these rappers soft as fuck, I swear to God they ain't fittin' in (Wizzle, Wizzle)
Me and Chris ain't green house (Yeah!)
In Miami hittin' in the club buy the bar out, Stunna bring the cars out
"Hey, where you're comin' from Bow?" F-Fresh off the movie set
Uh, oh, yeah, there's another check (Stuntin')
Now these haters upset
Rappers twice my age ain't done what I done yet (Ayy, bop!)
I ain't even done yet (Nah), this just the beginnin'
Steppin' out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh
Yes, I'm the motherfuckin' best (Yeah)
Walkin' through life, with no regrets (Yeah)
Shit, I ain't trippin', no, you know I be chillin' (Wizzle)
Rico, where you buy that shit? Doggy got me wigged
Yeah, my game up, and you play what? Do somethin' and I dare ya (Cyeah!)
Rearrange your face and now somebody gotta repair it (Cyeah!)
I'm the best there is and the best there was like Bret Hart, Paul Bart, with no Bart (Rawr!)
My bank account and my work ethic, that's what settin' us apart (Yeah!)
Heat game, court-side, me and all my niggas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keepin' my hands clean, my bodyguards talk triggers (Yeah, yeah, bop!)
My paper on giant (Yeah!), your paper on midget (Yeah!)
Fuck all my enemies who tend to be tellin' me
Shit, beggin' me, screamin' with they hands out (Yeah!)
But I don't get no hand out (Nah), put me in a room and watch me stand out
I'm done talkin' to these niggas, man
I'm 'bout to go ahead and talk about Breezy now, homie
Hold me down, homie
[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Bow Wow]
Yeah look huh, BBC on my head(Cyeah!)
Fuck a nigga, act like a grown up
Everybody know you a pussy(Cyeah!), little nigga get your soul up
Niggas say they your friends, Bow Wizzle, that's a real nigga( Ayy, what up, my nigga?)
And I'm about to go in, time to kill niggas
Y'all wanna talk about naked pics
Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my dick
Jewels swang low and my dick hit the water when I take a piss
I'm talkin' porno, then I'm outy five
Audi hit the uh then I'm blowin' like four O’s
Yeah, in the jacuzzi with four hoes
Gotta mix a Nuvo with the no doughs (Breezy)
Sleep, gotta pull a all nighter
Paper planes, got 'em high like a skydiver
Yeah and now I'm fuckin' with them hood niggas
Red and blue nigga, R&B, so what's good, nigga?
I'm out of line, yup, yup 'cause I should, nigga
Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would, nigga (Bop!)
Wow, let me calm down
All these suckers mad 'cause I took they shine now
I'm at the top, dawg, ain't about to climb down
You need to give it up, ain't ’bout to whine down
[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
Why they all up in my B.I? (Yeah!) Kush and O, I feel ya (Wizzle)
Nowadays so stressed out 'cause this business will kill ya (Cyeah!)
We getting real paper (Yeah!), fuck haters, fuck blogs
Fuck y'all, standin' tall, retaliation, sit on y'all (Ha)
Chris is the prince of R&B (Cyeah!), me hella prince of hip-hop (Wizzle)
We got it on lock and we on tour, that's more whores
Countin' money when I get bored, tatted up like a mother fuck
Swear to God it's too easy, yeah, my neck and wrist freezin' (Haha)
Wizzle or just Bow Weezy? (Haha)
You already know, nigga, shout out to the O, nigga (What up?)
You know I be reppin' (Yeah)
Smoke 'cause of depression (Yeah), homie, ain't no question (Yeah)
Get rappers the business, just for me to test it (Wizzle, yeah)
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm the man in this bitch (Hey)
'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch (Wizzle)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm the man in this bitch (Yeah)
'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch
[Outro: Bow Wow]
Ayy, Breezy, I see you, my nigga
You know you gonna be like 5x Platinum on that F.A.M.E. shit, my nigga (Haha)
Yeah, YMCMB
Ayy, nigga, ayy, Underrated comin' real soon, nigga
Cash Money Records
CBE, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Wizzle
YMCMB, nigga
[Verse 1: Bow Wow]
Uh, put my ex-girlfriend on time out (Yeah!)
Now I’m with my new bitch, knockin' her spine out (Yeah!)
Rollin' up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though (Cyeah!)
Party with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes (Wizzle)
I party hard like Charlie Sheen (Yeah!)
Used to Ferraris, been drivin' it since 17 (Yeah, yeah!)
Cash Money, Young Money, baby (Yeah!)
You already know I get it poppin', ask your lady (Ayy man, ayy man)
Sellin' out the Garden when I want to like Jay-Z (Cyeah!)
Right now I'm killin' 'em (Cyeah!), broad of hoes, fillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Treat 'em like construction sites, you know that I'm drillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Half these rappers soft as fuck, I swear to God they ain't fittin' in (Wizzle, Wizzle)
Me and Chris ain't green house (Yeah!)
In Miami hittin' in the club buy the bar out, Stunna bring the cars out
"Hey, where you're comin' from Bow?" F-Fresh off the movie set
Uh, oh, yeah, there's another check (Stuntin')
Now these haters upset
Rappers twice my age ain't done what I done yet (Ayy, bop!)
I ain't even done yet (Nah), this just the beginnin'
Steppin' out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh
Yes, I'm the motherfuckin' best (Yeah)
Walkin' through life, with no regrets (Yeah)
Shit, I ain't trippin', no, you know I be chillin' (Wizzle)
Rico, where you buy that shit? Doggy got me wigged
Yeah, my game up, and you play what? Do somethin' and I dare ya (Cyeah!)
Rearrange your face and now somebody gotta repair it (Cyeah!)
I'm the best there is and the best there was like Bret Hart, Paul Bart, with no Bart (Rawr!)
My bank account and my work ethic, that's what settin' us apart (Yeah!)
Heat game, court-side, me and all my niggas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keepin' my hands clean, my bodyguards talk triggers (Yeah, yeah, bop!)
My paper on giant (Yeah!), your paper on midget (Yeah!)
Fuck all my enemies who tend to be tellin' me
Shit, beggin' me, screamin' with they hands out (Yeah!)
But I don't get no hand out (Nah), put me in a room and watch me stand out
I'm done talkin' to these niggas, man
I'm 'bout to go ahead and talk about Breezy now, homie
Hold me down, homie
[Verse 2: Chris Brown & Bow Wow]
Yeah look huh, BBC on my head(Cyeah!)
Fuck a nigga, act like a grown up
Everybody know you a pussy(Cyeah!), little nigga get your soul up
Niggas say they your friends, Bow Wizzle, that's a real nigga( Ayy, what up, my nigga?)
And I'm about to go in, time to kill niggas
Y'all wanna talk about naked pics
Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my dick
Jewels swang low and my dick hit the water when I take a piss
I'm talkin' porno, then I'm outy five
Audi hit the uh then I'm blowin' like four O’s
Yeah, in the jacuzzi with four hoes
Gotta mix a Nuvo with the no doughs (Breezy)
Sleep, gotta pull a all nighter
Paper planes, got 'em high like a skydiver
Yeah and now I'm fuckin' with them hood niggas
Red and blue nigga, R&B, so what's good, nigga?
I'm out of line, yup, yup 'cause I should, nigga
Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would, nigga (Bop!)
Wow, let me calm down
All these suckers mad 'cause I took they shine now
I'm at the top, dawg, ain't about to climb down
You need to give it up, ain't ’bout to whine down
[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
Why they all up in my B.I? (Yeah!) Kush and O, I feel ya (Wizzle)
Nowadays so stressed out 'cause this business will kill ya (Cyeah!)
We getting real paper (Yeah!), fuck haters, fuck blogs
Fuck y'all, standin' tall, retaliation, sit on y'all (Ha)
Chris is the prince of R&B (Cyeah!), me hella prince of hip-hop (Wizzle)
We got it on lock and we on tour, that's more whores
Countin' money when I get bored, tatted up like a mother fuck
Swear to God it's too easy, yeah, my neck and wrist freezin' (Haha)
Wizzle or just Bow Weezy? (Haha)
You already know, nigga, shout out to the O, nigga (What up?)
You know I be reppin' (Yeah)
Smoke 'cause of depression (Yeah), homie, ain't no question (Yeah)
Get rappers the business, just for me to test it (Wizzle, yeah)
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm the man in this bitch (Hey)
'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch (Wizzle)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm the man in this bitch (Yeah)
'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch
[Outro: Bow Wow]
Ayy, Breezy, I see you, my nigga
You know you gonna be like 5x Platinum on that F.A.M.E. shit, my nigga (Haha)
Yeah, YMCMB
Ayy, nigga, ayy, Underrated comin' real soon, nigga
Cash Money Records
CBE, nigga
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