[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown]
Just a young, fly n***a with a plan
M-M-Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans
In my cherry red Vans
Cherry red, cherry red
(You know what time it is, n***a)
Cherry red
My n***as soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Ooh)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red), cherry red Vans

[Verse 1: Ray J, Chris Brown]
This one for my n***as in the slam, cherry red
P-P-Pontiac Firebird Trans Am (Firebird Trans Am)
My auntie got the collard greens cookin' in the pan
And it feel like Thanksgiving when we feastin' with the fam
I-I-I buy my bottom bitch a burgundy Porsche Cayenne (Skrrt)
Paid my taxes to the church and said, "Fuck Uncle Sam"
I keep a mill in the oven like some honey-baked ham
I went from black tuxedo in some cherry red Vans (Out-we-chea, oh)

[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown]
Just a young, fly n***a with a plan
Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans
In my cherry red Vans (Huh)
Cherry red, cherry red
(You know what time it is, n***a)
Cherry red
My n***as soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Ooh)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red), cher—
[Post-Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown]
Cherry red Vans
(Yeah, you see me, n***a, haha)
Cherry red Vans
(Y'all know my n***as too, n***a, 169)
Cherry red
(What up, Whacks? Eastside View)
(Haha, what's brackin', n***a?)
Cherry red Vans
(Breezy)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
All of you n***as some fake hoes (Hoes)
I dare any n***a to try somethin'
N***as upset, but won't take a hit
It's Eastside n***a, 500
Piru, Sinko that n***a from Avenue (Yeah!)
Ray J, I fuck with the center views (Woo!)
Give you one problem, we make the news (Grrah!)
Soo-woo to my down boos
Pistol hang where my nuts at (Bah!)
Rain of fire, that's a blood bath
You already know where my cup at
Actavis, you can't touch that (Ooh!)
If you got a problem, then pull up (Yeah)
We gon' handle this shit now
Only reason you hang with the shooters
'Cause you not the man of the house (Oh, ha!)
[Chorus: Ray J & Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown]
Just a young, fly n***a with a plan
Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans (Yeah)
In my cherry red Vans (In my cherry)
Cherry red (In my cherry), cherry red
(You know what time it is, n***a, in my)
Cherry red
My n***as soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Oh, ooh, yeah)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans (A n***a)
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red, oh), cherry red—

[Verse 3: Luvaboy TJ]
Lace up my red Vans (Yeah), duckin' the feds
Helicopters on my head (Woo)
Movin' the work on my momma house
Had to get the cheese, bitch a Mighty Mouse (Yo)
Pull up in that cherry red django
Breakin' the bread down with all of my n***as (Yeah)
This is how we hang
Earned my stripes in the street like a banger (Oh)
That thug life, that's that hood life (The life)
Lift your flag and throw your set up (Woo)
Hustle for that good life (Yo)
Chitty-chitty bang-bang
Ain't nothin' but a whoop thing
No stoppin' that shoot train
Bomb on 'em like Hussain
[Chorus: Ray J, Ray J & Chris Brown, Chris Brown]
(I'm just a)
Just a young, fly n***a with a plan (Ayy)
Make a hundred million in my cherry red Vans (Cherry red Vans)
In my cherry red Vans
Cherry red (Cherry red), cherry red
(You know what time it is, n***a)
Cherry red
(What's brackin', blood?)
My n***as soo-woopin' and it's all on sight
A-A-A wife make a straight bitch (Yeah) wanna go dyke (Ooh)
I got that coke pure white, and them baby blue Xans (What up?)
'Bout to make a million in my cherry red Vans (Yeah! Cherry red), cherry red (Ow!)