Released: January 28, 2013
Featuring: Chris Brown
Songwriter: Luvaboy TJ Chris Brown
Producer: Unique Weirdo
[Intro: Chris Brown & Luvaboy TJ]
Oh, okay, oh, okay
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Oh, oh, okay, we shakin', ha, okay
Too fly
[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Luvaboy TJ]
Okay, nigga, pull up, just pop up all these bad bitches at my house (Uh)
Two girls on my coach and I beat the pussy up, roundhouse
Lit candle, she blew it (Blew it), I'm rich, she knew it (Knew it)
Her booty so stupid I'm like, "Damn, girl, just do it, do it"
I'm about to get all of them and hand 'em to my partner and them
Superhero, I'm Rapman, if you Batman then we robbin' them
With this math, I'm solvin' it, all this money I revolve it
Around me, I'm low-key, go overtime when I'm ballin' (Wow)
[Chorus: Luvaboy TJ & Chris Brown]
Money on my brain, conquerin' the plane
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Balancin' my drink, swervin' in your lane
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain (Okay)
Money on my brain (Okay), conquerin' the plane (Okay)
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Okay)
Balancin' my drink (Okay), swervin' in your lane (Okay)
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain
[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
New York, I gotta get it fast, wait
Put a perpetrator on a plane, bait
Niggas they hate 'cause they pushin' my dick
Swingin' foreplay, game in the third lane
Straight to the money, fuck breakfast
I'm the type to stunt on my exes
'Cause I'm rich, young and reckless
Grindin' all night, I'm restless
Big racks in my bank account
Ain't never goin' back to bein' broke
I hustle hard, above over time
Black man's one's of a kind
Takin' off, I'm on the ride
My business well organized
The way I got these girls in a trance
I got this poor dodo traumatized
Ring ring, my phone go, these hoes on my mojo
They wanna get me solo, but that there's a no no
Walkin' on holy ground, on 22's when I roll around
High off my altitude, no parachute, I'm jumpin' out (Jumpin' out)
I'm goin' in (Goin' in), no late tags (No late tags)
I'm in the game (In the game) and it's over now (It's over now)
I'm boardin' my flight, 7 A.M., I'm in it to win
I did it before and I'll do it again
No fuckin' my 10, that's what on my brims
[Chorus: Luvaboy TJ & Chris Brown]
Money on my brain, conquerin' the plane
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Balancin' my drink, swervin' in your lane
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain (Okay)
Money on my brain (Okay), conquerin' the plane (Okay)
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Okay)
Balancin' my drink (Okay), swervin' in your lane (Okay)
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain
Oh, okay, oh, okay
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Oh, oh, okay, we shakin', ha, okay
Too fly
[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Luvaboy TJ]
Okay, nigga, pull up, just pop up all these bad bitches at my house (Uh)
Two girls on my coach and I beat the pussy up, roundhouse
Lit candle, she blew it (Blew it), I'm rich, she knew it (Knew it)
Her booty so stupid I'm like, "Damn, girl, just do it, do it"
I'm about to get all of them and hand 'em to my partner and them
Superhero, I'm Rapman, if you Batman then we robbin' them
With this math, I'm solvin' it, all this money I revolve it
Around me, I'm low-key, go overtime when I'm ballin' (Wow)
[Chorus: Luvaboy TJ & Chris Brown]
Money on my brain, conquerin' the plane
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Balancin' my drink, swervin' in your lane
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain (Okay)
Money on my brain (Okay), conquerin' the plane (Okay)
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Okay)
Balancin' my drink (Okay), swervin' in your lane (Okay)
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain
[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
New York, I gotta get it fast, wait
Put a perpetrator on a plane, bait
Niggas they hate 'cause they pushin' my dick
Swingin' foreplay, game in the third lane
Straight to the money, fuck breakfast
I'm the type to stunt on my exes
'Cause I'm rich, young and reckless
Grindin' all night, I'm restless
Big racks in my bank account
Ain't never goin' back to bein' broke
I hustle hard, above over time
Black man's one's of a kind
Takin' off, I'm on the ride
My business well organized
The way I got these girls in a trance
I got this poor dodo traumatized
Ring ring, my phone go, these hoes on my mojo
They wanna get me solo, but that there's a no no
Walkin' on holy ground, on 22's when I roll around
High off my altitude, no parachute, I'm jumpin' out (Jumpin' out)
I'm goin' in (Goin' in), no late tags (No late tags)
I'm in the game (In the game) and it's over now (It's over now)
I'm boardin' my flight, 7 A.M., I'm in it to win
I did it before and I'll do it again
No fuckin' my 10, that's what on my brims
[Chorus: Luvaboy TJ & Chris Brown]
Money on my brain, conquerin' the plane
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Balancin' my drink, swervin' in your lane
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain (Okay)
Money on my brain (Okay), conquerin' the plane (Okay)
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Okay)
Balancin' my drink (Okay), swervin' in your lane (Okay)
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by my chain
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