[Intro: Funk Flex]
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Gold chain, gold chain
Gettin' money gon' watch these hoes change

I'm in the party got these bithes off molly and they rollin'
(*##$es poppin pills like its for pain
In their eyes Im the %#@!

Molly probably fantasizing all about my dick
Only one real ^!$$%, take a pic
And all you haters, I'm gonna take your (*##$

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Every ^!$$% in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends all they do is change clothes

Try to bowl and they !@#( say their lane closed
If you $#&@in' for your rent you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah I said that

Half ya'll ^!$$%s in here frontin where your bread at?
ahhhhh, gon' stutter rap
Thought so can't do it like this broke ^!$$%

[Hook x2: Chris Brown]
If say you got to work, why you in the club hoe?
Hell no you can't smoke my drugs hoe

Now you in the club tryin' to $#&@ no love hoe
How you do that there? (*##$ let the blunt go
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Too many cars a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade that's a chin up
If you aint looking I'm gonna eat your hoe for dinner

She said shes a virgin but I $#&@ed her in Virginia
I ate her at the Supper Club
Bad (*##$es at Greystone, but they just some runner ups

Now every ^!$$% in here seeing if you tryin' to $#&@
And every ^!$$% in here schemin' gon' try your luck
I'm A-1, no steak sauce ^!$$% they spray dumb

Its like ratatatat cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like Jason
[Bridge]

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