[Intro: Bow Wow]
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Wizzle
YMCMB, n***a

[Verse 1: Bow Wow, Chris Brown]
Uh, put my ex-girlfriend on time out (Yeah!)
Now I'm with my new bitch, knockin' her spine out (Yeah!)
Rollin' up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though (Cyeah!)
Party with a lot of n***as, keep a couple model hoes (Wizzle)
I party hard like Charlie Sheen (Yeah!)
Used to Ferraris, been drivin' it since seventeen (Yeah, yeah!)
Cash Money, Young Money, baby (Yeah!)
You already know I get it poppin', ask your lady (Ayy man, ayy man)
Sellin' out the Garden when I want to like JAY-Z (Cyeah!)
Right now I'm killin' 'em (Cyeah!), broad of hoes, fillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Treat 'em like construction sites, you know that I'm drillin' 'em (Cyeah!)
Half these rappers soft as fuck, I swear to God they ain't fittin' in (Wizzle, Wizzle)
Me and Chris in Greenhouse (Yeah!)
In Miami, in, in the club, buy the bar out, Stunna, bring the cars out
"Hey, where you comin' from, Bow?" F-Fresh off the movie set
(Uh-oh) Yeah, there's another check (Stuntin')
Now these haters upset
Rappers twice my age ain't done what I done yet (Ayy, bop!)
I ain't even done yet (Nah), this is the beginnin'
Steppin' off that G4 in some brand-new linen
Fresh, yes, I'm the motherfuckin' best (Yeah)
Walkin' through life with no regrets (Yeah)
Shit, I ain't trippin' (No), you know I be chillin' (Wizzle)
Rico, where you buy that shit? Doggin', got me wiggin'
Yeah, my game up, and you play what? Do somethin' and I dare ya (Cyeah!)
Rearrange your face and now somebody gotta repair it (Cyeah!)
I'm the best there is and the best there was like Bret Hart, all bite, no bark (Rawr!)
My bank account and my work ethic, that's what settin' us apart (Yeah!)
Heat game (Yeah), court-side (Yeah), me and all my n***as (Hey)
Keepin' my (Yeah) hands clean (Yeah), my bodyguards pull triggers (Bop!)
My paper on giant (Yeah!), your paper on midget (Yeah!)
Fuck all my enemies who tend to be kin to me
Shit, beggin' me, screamin' with they hands out (Yeah!)
But I don't give no hand out (Nah)
Put me in a room and watch me stand out
I'm done talkin' to these n***as, man
I'm 'bout to go ahead and talk about Breezy now, homie (Yeah, look)
Hold me down, homie (Huh)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown, Bow Wow]
BBC on my hoodie (Cyeah!), fuck n***a, act like a grown up
Everybody know you pussy (Cyeah!), little n***a, get your soul up
N***as say they your friends, Bow Wizzle, that's a real n***a (Ayy, what up, my n***a?)
And I'm about to go in, time to kill n***as (Yeah)
Y'all wanna talk about naked pics (Yeah, yeah)
Haters shake my hand, you can shake my dick (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jewels swang low and my dick hit the water when I take a piss (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' porno, then I'm outy five
Audi hit the uh, then I'm blowin' like four O's (Yes)
Yeah, in the jacuzzi with four hoes
Gotta mix the Nuvo with the No Doz (Breezy)
Sleep, gotta pull a all nighter (Hey)
Paper planes, got 'em high like a skydiver
Yeah, and now I'm fuckin' with them hood n***as
Red and blue n***a, R&B, so what's good, n***a?
I'm out of line, yup-yup 'cause I should, n***a
Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would, n***a (Bop!)
Wow, let me calm down
All these suckers mad 'cause I took they shine now
I'm at the top, dawg, ain't about to climb down
You need to give it up, ain't 'bout to whine down

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
Why they all up in my B.I? (Yeah!) Chris, you know I feel ya (Wizzle)
Nowadays so stressed out 'cause this business will kill ya (Cyeah!)
We gettin' real paper (Yeah!), fuck haters, fuck blogs
Fuck y'all, stand tall, retaliation, sit on y'all (Ha)
Chris is the prince of R&B (Cyeah!), me, I'm the prince of hip-hop (Wizzle)
We got it on lock and we on tour, that's more whores
Countin' money when I get bored, tatted up like a mother fuck
Swear to God it's too easy, yeah, my neck and wrist freezin' (Haha)
Wizzle or just Bow Weezy? (Haha)
You already know, n***a, shout out to the O, n***a (What up?)
You know I be reppin' (Yeah)
Smoke 'cause of depression (Yeah), homie, ain't no question (Yeah)
Give rappers the business just for me to test it (Wizzle)
[Chorus: Bow Wow]
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm the man in this bitch (Hey)
'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch (Wizzle)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm the man in this bitch (Yeah)
'Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch (Ah)

[Outro: Bow Wow]
(Got the whole club rockin', rock, r-rockin')
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Cyeah, Wizzle
(Got the whole club rockin', rock, r-rockin')
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, Breezy, I see you, my n***a
(Got the whole club rockin', rock, r-rockin')
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Got the whole club rockin', rock, r-rockin')
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know you gonna be like 5x Platinum on that F.A.M.E. shit, my n***a (Haha)
(R-Rock', make it rock)
(Oh, oh) Yeah
(Make it rock, r-rock, make it rock)
(Oh, oh) YMCMB
(Oh, oh)
(R-Rock', make it rock) Ayy, n***a, ayy, Underrated comin' real soon, n***a
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Cash Money Records, bitch
CBE, n***a (Haha)