[Intro]
(The Mob Group)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them n***as
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lyin'
Give your ass to all them n***as
She sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anythin' that come out her lips (Lips)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ
Te-Tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say
Bi-Bitch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-Lo-Lookin' for the money, bitch, I ball, I'm too paid
What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'?
Every n***a in LA done hit it
I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties
Big booty but her brain is missin'
Let me paint the picture
Said she, said she couldn't see me tonight
Had to go to work, had to get her weight up (Weight up)
Fo-Fo-Forty-five minutes later, seen the bitch in the club with another n***a laid up (Laid up)
With her triflin' ass, I guess this ho all about her paper
I'm-I'm-I'ma do me
I-I-I told her don't do me no favors (Favors)
Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out
Then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out
Yeah, I'm finna send my n***as to the bitch crib
While she fuckin' my n***as, run in the house
Huh, I need to cool down, n***a
Call myself Brown, you that n***a
Get up off that mob shit (The Mob Group)
A n***a really can't be mad about a side bitch, ha
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
Give your ass to all them n***as
I just wanna fuck, no love
Say you love me, bitch, you lyin'
Give your ass to all them n***as
She sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anythin' that come out her lips (Lips)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch
That's why you my side bitch

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons (Oh)
Why-Why I call you my side chick (I-I-I call you my side chick, side chick)
I-I fuck you every other season (Si-Si-Side chick, oh, yeah)
Ba-Ba-Baby, you too much trouble for a n***a to be in (Si-Si-Side chick)
That pussy feel so good
A fucked up position for a n***a to be in (So fucked up, yeah)
She got so much motivation, my side bitch
Pu-Pu-Pussy good and hella tight
A fucked up position for a n***a to be in (Ooh)
Girl, we be fuckin' this bitch 'til she hate it
Bo-Bottom bitches kinda crazy
To-To-Too much trouble for a n***a to be in
Si-Si-Side bitch tryna have my babies
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown & Ray J]
You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah (Ooh, woah)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (Th-Th-That's why you my side chick, baby)
Give your ass to all them n***as (All my n***as)
I just wanna fuck, no love (Ooh)
Say you love me, bitch, you lyin'
Give your ass to all them n***as (Ooh, wanna let the homies get it)
She sexy, I want that
And I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (Ooh)
Watch that bitch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anythin' that come' out her lips (Can't believe anythin' this bitch talkin' 'bout)
Girl, that's why you my side bitch (Ooh)
That's why you my side bitch

[Outro: Ray J]
Yeah, ooh
That's why
That's why
That's why
(That's why)
(The Mob Group)