In Love With the b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
You envious to all my n*ggas livin' right
You mad 'cause we can pop bottles every f*ckin' night
Poppin' them pills when we chill, for real
Smokin' straight gas, I'ma see you in another life
b*tch, I'm blunted, just look at my eyes, I won't f*ckin' lie
Catch a vibe, codeine got me leanin', I'm about to slide
OHB, yeah, we ride or die, better pick a side
And when I get that pus*y, you gon' blame it on the liquor, right?
When you gon' let a real n*gga live?
'Cause ain't nothin' for me to call up a side b*tch
Girl, let a lightskin n*gga get up in 'em ribs
And you can bring your girls, promise I won't f*ck them b*tches
Damn, you been frontin' on that all night
I gotta leave, come with me on this red eye
She want relationship and I was willin' to pay that tuition
f*ckin' up her decision, but I'm in love with the b*tches (Hey!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, I tried but I can't, I tried (Ooh, yeah)
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches (Oh, no)
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam' and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young n*gga do if it was you?
Damn, they done told everythin'
It's real f*cked up, but I'm in love with the b*tches
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh-woah
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches (Yeah, baby)
Oh-woah, yeah
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches

[Verse 2: Young Lo, Chris Brown]
I swear I love all these b*tches, especially the freak hoes
Line 'em up and knock 'em down like free throws
Swear I'm young Wilt, hit 'em with the steal, leave that pus*y killed
Lick that kitty, I should leave the ho a bill
Yeah, I'm ballin' on point, like it's a milli' in the mattress
Wake up every mornin', different b*tches in the mansion
Models gettin' high, throwin' whippets in the attic
My n*gga burnt out, got these hoes snortin' aspirin
And we gon' throw a party, takin' molly, lookin' for the bottles
Eat that pus*y, eat that pus*y, call me sloppy papi
Swervin' in the newest foreign, ridin' with the carbon
Poppin' your b*tch, n*gga, why you even need to call him? (Hey!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, I tried but I can't, I tried (Ooh, yeah)
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches (Oh, no)
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam' and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young n*gga do if it was you?
Damn, they done told everythin'
It's real f*cked up, but I'm in love with the b*tches
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh-woah
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches (Yeah, baby)
Oh-woah, yeah
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches

[Verse 3: Young Blacc, Chris Brown]
Let, let
Let a real n*gga hit it (Me)
Magnum XL's, only real n*ggas fitted (Oh, Lord)
Got her walkin' limp 'cause I gave her the business (Yeah)
Now she comin' to the crib to bust it down with her sister (Ha)
Slide to the club, fifty deep on that late night (Skrrt)
Back to the crib, might eat her 'cause it's date night (I do)
b*tches textin' tryna give a n*gga threesomes (I do)
Henny di*k goon, so I might as well beast 'em (Ah!)
My n*ggas be winnin', my side b*tches be trippin'
I put that di*k in they stomach and then I take 'em to dinner
I'm just playin' it safe, take my strap on the road (Yeah)
I mean what I say 'cause I love these hoes, wassup? (Hey!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Blacc]
Baby, I tried but I can't (True), I tried (Ooh, yeah)
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches (Oh, no)
Too drunk, had a threesome
They done caught me on cam' and got pictures
And we was drinkin' everythin'
What would a young n*gga do if it was you?
Damn, they done told everythin'
It's real f*cked up, but I'm in love with the b*tches
[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh-woah
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches (Yeah, baby)
Oh-woah, yeah
'Cause I'm in love with these b*tches