[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh)
Lookin' like you from another world
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Man, you broke-broke and your bitch mad
What you gon' do with it?
Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker

[Verse 1: Lil Pump & Chris Brown]
I just dropped like twenty on some Louis (On some Louis)
Spent about three hundred on my jewelry (Ooh, yeah)
So much water on me, I might need a pool
Pisces, throw it back like a goddamn cooch, yeah
New Ferrari coupe, yeah, it's matte black (Ferrari)
Bitch, give me some head like a top hat, woah (Top hat)
Flooded out the AP, where the time at? (Where the time at?)
Bitch, ya whole fit cost about a dime bag (Dime bag)
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, yeah (Racks)
So much money, I'm still eatin' off of last year (Brrat, ooh)
When the Rollie comin'? 'Cause my pinky froze (Pinky froze)
Love my mixed bitch like I love my two-tone (Brr)
Sippin' another cup 'til there's none left (Ooh)
Bench press the money, that's a hundred reps (Yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Diddy, hoppin' out the jet (Yum)
I can't hear these broke n***as, better say less, psssh (Uh-uh)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I'm in this bitch with a hundred girls (Uh-uh)
Lookin' like you from another world
Now they big mad (Big mad)
Man, you broke-broke and your bitch mad
What you gon' do with it?
Chain too heavy, it's a workout (Work-work)
Brain in the Chevy, threw the purse out (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell that bitch to lose my number (Hey)
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker (Breezy)

[Refrain: Chris Brown]
Yeah, cut the lights down, let her shine now, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
She wanna get piped down, I'ma tell her "Okay" (Tell her "Okay")
Got the sun down, got us goin' down, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Tell that bitch to lose my number
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay
Look, you know how I'm comin'
It ain't trickin' if you got it, you can use my budget
And I promise I won't finish until you start cummin'
You can use my love, after you use my number
You can lose my number
She rock Mike Amiris, so you know I fucked her
Rockin' fly shit only, she get all that from me
Yeah, her Moncler furry, Louis V her luggage
Showin' off in public and she know I love it
[Refrain: Chris Brown]
Yeah, cut the lights down, let her shine now, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
She wanna get piped down, I'ma tell her "Okay" (Tell her "Okay")
Got the sun down, got us goin' down, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Tell that bitch to lose my number
Ice everywhere, I'm a cool motherfucker