[feat. Wiz Khalifa]

[Chris Brown:]

All my ladies put ya hands up
All my ladies put ya hands up
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb-bomb
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb


Oh me, oh my, body like a monster
Let me get inside if ya booty I'm a conquer

If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer
Girl you got that good good
I already know

Tell it by your size
I know you a dancer
Rein-derierre, I'm a call you Prancer

Booty paparaz, pose for the camera

All my ladies if you got it let me know

She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece

I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb


[Wiz Khalifa:]
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas

Heard that you the %#@!, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know you got that bomb %#@!, call it 9/11
I'm just tryna beat it up, he could it acapella

We should go back to my crib, that's what I'm a tell her
Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous
Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella

Lotta ^!$$%s in the club, who cares I'm the realest
Tell the waiters we gon need more cases
And when you think the money's gone we spending more faces

She with homeboy, but she want this
6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz


[Chris Brown:]
She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker

Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave


If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb

Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby

I'm in that black Bugatti
And I off that carlo Rossi
I with thta Taylor Posse

These ladies wanna party
And there's so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey
So hold up ^!$$%, stop me

All these haters watch me
I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me @@#!y
Any stage or any beat you know I'm a body

And Wiz roll that good %#@! up and he riding shotty

She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother

Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave


If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb