[Intro: Chris Brown]
(Yeah)
Right now you warned
OHB, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Let's talk about somethin'
Girl, I need your acceptance
You're makin' assumptions
But you know it's nothin' (Yeah)
The liquor keep callin'
You know I need more
It's ninety-nine problems, can't take any more
I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the four
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only hot bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan', watch me get loose
Throwin' all of these bands for you

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Oh, woah)
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Ow!)
[Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown]
Girl, who do you fuck when I ain't in the city? (Yeah)
Drivin' me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm trippin'
Fuck it, I'm trippin', I'm crazy, I'm whippin' (Oh)
My heart is racin', this shit is amazin'
This negative energy
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's? (Oh)
Mixin' up drugs, yeah, I got the remedy
Damn, you fuckin' the enemy
I gave you the best of me (Oh)
Showed you how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe, damn (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Oh, woah)
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you

[Verse 3: Tracy T, Chris Brown, Tracy T & Chris Brown]
Substance abuse (Yeah), substance from you (Yeah)
Thousand dollar tab, baby, this ain't bought food (Nah)
This a two-seater, baby, you can't car pool (Skrrt)
Got the old school, move like the car new (Woah)
Bands low, never make your girl spend it with me (Yeah)
When she gone, I get it back and spend another sixty
Still cold hearted, say it's cold-hearted, woah
She shotgun, I drop the top, let your hair blow
Them heels got you walkin' like you on the runway
I don't play, but we got the game like a arcade
On the witch hunt, I know you gon' make it right for me (Right for me, oh, yeah)
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me (Oh, tonight for me)
And, baby (Huh), I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger (Oh)
She gon' move work, she lowkey in the Acura (Yeah)
Bitch, ain't no cuffin', a boy still a bachelor (Ow!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Lo]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Oh, woah)
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Yeah, substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Lo)

[Verse 4: Young Lo]
Four in the mornin', I'm thinkin' of you (Yeah)
Just got the seal and I'm pourin' it through (Woo)
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only askin' this all 'cause of you (You)
These Xannies got me trippin' right now
Babe, your love is like a Perc', my heart itchin' right now
See 'em flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me trippin' right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like a playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought that you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losin' my vision

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Huh)
[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
In recovery, rehabilitatin' from you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testin', makin' all them moves
We both gettin' fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch, I'm sippin', you steady trippin' and politickin'
Takin' vacations with your bitch, why she ain't postin' pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drown, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches (Ow!)
You know that pussy my addiction
She drivin' my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fuckin' up my pimpin'
Take a picture, n***a, see how I'm livin'
Ain't goin' back to prison, I got two felonies, dismissin' the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches piled up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face