Chris Brown — Nigga Itis

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] I got 50 goons with me but I'm still a good dude M-M-Mean muggin' but I'm in a good mood Ha, work it out, what that shit do No hands, popsicle, call it Bluetooth Ho-Ho-Hot damn, I'm on my grind right My money stupid, better get your mind right Me without no paper, that don’t sound right But me fucking you later, yeah, that sound right [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin Cossom] And when I put that thing on her, she go night, night Got your girl sleeping all on me She passed out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Kevin Cossom & Chris Brown] Nigga itis Where the smoke? Where the weed? Where the lighters? Your girl sleeping on me, nigga itis You better keep it locked down, nigga, write this Give her D, she pass out, nigga itis Look, look, look, look, look Nigga itis Look, look, look, look, look Nigga itis You know I got that gold touch, I'm Midas Well give you this D and pass her out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Chris Brown] A nigga got a present for you right here undercovers I don’t care what you cuffin', I just want you undercover Gold ticket right here, yeah, baby, that's the rubber And even the side bitch get the dick like I love her Oh yeah, I’m sorry if I get to bragging In my room, you know it's 'bout to happen Soon as we’re done, you'll be napping Girl got a donk, that's my access [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin Cossom] And when I put that thing on her, she go night, night Got your girl sleeping all on me She passed out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Kevin Cossom & Chris Brown] Nigga itis Where the smoke? Where the weed? Where the lighters? Your girl sleeping on me, nigga itis You better keep it locked down, nigga, write this Give her D, she pass out, nigga itis Look, look, look, look, look Nigga itis Look, look, look, look, look Nigga itis You know I got that gold touch, I'm Midas Well give you this D and pass her out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Where the smoke? Where the weed? Where the lighters? Your girl sleeping on me, nigga itis You better keep it locked down, nigga, write this Give her D, she pass out, nigga itis Look, look, look, look, look Nigga itis Look, look, look, look, look Nigga itis You know I got that gold touch, I'm Midas Well give you this D and pass her out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out-out