Chris Brown — Bitch Im Paid

[Intro] K.E. on the Track Yeah, haha, what? Big shit, nigga Haha, a hunnid or nothin' Look, leggo [Chorus] Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say She drop it on the floor and this money on the way I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say When you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say When the media talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say (Look) Livin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day (Haha, ha, leggo) [Verse 1] I'm grindin' hard But this money is callin' the shots Got that big bank and this money long And they stickin' they hand in my pot With this Rolex, I bowflex And my ears lookin' like Rocky Better, better gon' head with that bullshit 'Cause I am somethin' you not Better put your hands up if you wanna knuckle up Take you for that ride, better buckle up I got bands up for them dancers When your shift is up, you come fuck with us It’s a real nigga affair 'Cause them real niggas in here Girl, better get up on me 'Fore a real nigga disappear Got that Ghost door outside waitin' Snap, snap, popo, cameras hatin' Got my shades on Nigga wanna talk that shit, I'm elevatin' All my ladies celebratin' If my bitches catch you slippin', you’ll be tied up in my basement No location, that shit cray (Haha) What you mean I'm big headed? Oh, you talkin' 'bout my dick What you mean that shit petty? Oh, you talkin' 'bout my bitch Talkin' 'bout I'm a light bright You talkin' 'bout my wrist Didn't know I could rap right? Nah, but this that shit [Chorus] Bitch, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say She drop it on the floor and this money on the way I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say When you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say When the media talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say (Yeah, haha, look) Livin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day (Haha, ha, leggo) [Verse 2] Y'all not cooperatin' (Yeah) My occupation is to occupy all these nations (Yeah) Communication with your lady in my new Mercedes (Yeah) I'm ridin' 'round with my top down Too much smoke up in her weave Better let that shit air out (Yikes!) Better give me that nana Call me dada and I'll be papa I'ma be your cookie monster Gold ticket like a nigga Willy Wonka But you know a nigga really want you Bang, bang, I do the damn thing But then I hit it again and make a bitch roll up (Hahaha) I own this necklace Matter of fact all of this my shit That’s my ring, that’s my Range I'm about to make your bitch my bitch I said money ain't never no issue Cryin' niggas gon' get a tissue It was crazy in the club last night And nigga, we ain't seen you [Chorus] Bitch, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say She drop it on the floor and this money on the way I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say When you talk about that money, pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake I say I'm, bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say When the media talk about a nigga, smoke a blunt and roll up Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Livin' every fuckin' day like Judgement Day (Ha, leggo) [Outro] Liquor got me tipsy, I'm slow leanin' Lookin' at her titties, she high beamin' She lookin' at my chain but, all she really want is my semen I'ma let her get it, right on the face, clear it up like Noxzema You know a nigga like me, I can do a rap song any day of the week Singin' ass nigga, tatted up though, ladies know I'm a freak You know I'm a freak, you know I'm a freak It's Breezy, bitch, yikes, a nigga cold on the beat Yikes, cold as ice Yikes, huh, Breezy