I Bet Lyrics - Fan Of A Fan: The Album - Chris Brown

Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet 

Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet 

Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet 

Don't be mad at me 

I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas 

No sympathy for you niggas 

Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit 

Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich 

Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is 

Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness 

It's 500, that be the block 

Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots 

Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks 

Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops 

Hold up, I'm getting money, boy 

Your girl want me cause I got them toys 

Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors 

Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on 

Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on 

Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert 

I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervex 

Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose 

Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work 

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I got a hundred on it 

She ain't faithful to you, nigga 

Word around town, you know thots get around 

Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie 

I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, ho 

Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo 

Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch 

So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch 

Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit 

I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in 

Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety 

I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted 

Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin' 

It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it 

Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer 

Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause 

I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave 

We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys 

You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love 

I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just ball out n fuck 

After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this 

And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss 

It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me 

We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me? 

All the time, all the time, I be on the grind 

Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind 

It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it 

Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it 

Ya'll bitchass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' yall niggas. I don't give a fuck who ya'll is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up