[Chris Brown]
Girl you wanna play with me baby
Money ain't a thing cause I got paper

I'm lookin' at your body
You about to get exactly what you came for
Now I can throw it up throw it up

Break it down down down
Even if it ain't loud she gets me aroused
Slow it up slow it up slow it down

You the sh-t you the sh-t
Go ahead play with it baby
Cause I'mma keep my hands to myself

And my back on the wall
Now I'm playing with it baby
I know you don't give a f-ck

Cause you gon' get your money up

I, I, I

Get your $$# up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I

All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b-tch

All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa


[Kevin McCall]
I f-cked with my first b-tch
I upgrade my second broad

Corporate my credit card
Vintaged out my f-ck-ng watch
Vintaged out my f-ck-ng cars

No... just f-ck-ng yacht
Your new b-tch, my old b-tch
You can have the hoe cause she talk a lot

Now get your $$# up on this pole, you can get this money
Now I got them carats, I got all them playboy bunnies
I'm throwing them honies

Racks on top of racks and they backs look like?

[Chris Brown]


And they $$# big as some mountain
Put my drink on it, she cold

My zipper down but my money up
Better get your $$# up on that pole
Two mo' shots then I'm out, black, black then I reload

... might earn 20 more, get yo $$# up on that pole
Damn look at Lakeisha getting that money just like a zesta
All of these bunnies hopping and popping

You fighting to get up in my 2 seater