Socialize lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Oh-woah
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Actin' all sadity when a n*gga in your city
Fame goin' to her head, thankful I ain't buy them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a ho, that's a no no
In the mornin', Shade Room, she be tellin' all your business
And now I got a couple chickens that I'm flyin' out the coop
Got some n*ggas that can fight, got some killers that can shoot
And b*tches all on my 'Gram, I'm tryna make a hundred million
Got b*tches on top of b*tches, I'm stackin' 'em to the ceilin' (Baby, baby)
Always a n*gga tryna hate on me
And every time we pull a burner on 'em, they want peace
Bad b*tches see the ice, they wanna skate on me
I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
But I don't trip, I just let her stay and sip codeine
You know she can give me head, but she can't smoke my weed
In that penthouse suite, I'm the man with the models
And we don't f*ck with you, n*gga, we know you tell on your partners, ow!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin', then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club tryna socialize
[Verse 2: YoungBlacc]
Look, look
Now these b*tches wanna show's up
'Cause they see me on the road and I'm jewelled up
And all these b*tches on my line like they know us
But I don't want your pus*y, I'ma let the crew f*ck you up
She so with it, my b*tch bad, she gon' get it
Her lil' sister, she thick now, need those digits
This money comin' so quick now, need more spinach
We turn a b*tch to a bust down if Chris hit it
And I ain't never 'bout to save no b*tch
But if she bringin' back money, we gon' all get rich
I need a new whip, new chain, talkin' 'bout the rap game
Keep a b*tch ten toes down, I'm speakin' facts, mane
And you won't ever 'bout to break my n*ggas
And all this money, I'm about to fresh to death my b*tches
This the West Coast trap game, hit 'em on the crack cane
Spendin' young money and sh*t, call me Mack Maine

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Lo]
We always fussin' and arguin' (Woah, yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh)
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Yeah)
But why you actin' so surprised? (Oh, baby)
I gave you my heart (Yeah), girl, I put it right in front of you (You)
Told some lies (Now we)
Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize (Look)
[Verse 3: Young Lo, Chris Brown, Young Lo & Chris Brown]
'Fore she used to be a solid b*tch, but now she f*ckin' with my tolerance (Yeow!)
Like I ain't the n*gga that's bringin' dollars in (Ow!)
Took her from that regular life to livin' extravagant
Now you wanna flex on a n*gga like you the baddest b*tch (Ow!)
OHB, that's outta here, b*tch, I got some new freaks
Porsche 911, sittin' pretty on them new feet
Too geeked, f*cked for a hour, then let the crew skeet (Oh)
Cosey got four on the way while I got two suites
Black n*gga in white linen with white women
And I ain't trippin', I like women that like women
Ooh, baby, they all losers, we like winnin'
If I kill the pus*y, baby, that's a life sentence
Greenlight, yeah, that's night vision (Woo!)
Hi-Tech, yeah, I like sippin' (Woo!)
Sold dope for them gold ropes, I like pitchin' (Woo!)
Whippin' the block in four pots (Ah!), this my kitchen
f*ck with us (Oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin' (Yeah), then we kiss and make up (Oh, no, no, no)
And every time I go out with my homies (Yeah), I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Why)
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl, I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club (Yeah) tryna socialize
[Verse 4: Kevin Gates, Chris Brown]
Big buck, b*tch teeth crooked, I ain't let her suck it (Uh-huh)
And I ain't payin' for the Uber, never told her that I love her (f*ck out)
Kick her out mad every night, she go and get her brother (Yeah)
Locked up with the reds, you know I watched a n*gga f*ck her
Dawg, I go hard, I am all of the above
Shoulder playin' slingin' rods, I am all of the above (Bop-bop)
I be solo in the game, I be whippin' up in Ranges
Name's holdin' weight, kickin' fly conversation
Took a plane when it came, I ain't doin' no complainin'
He don't wanna front it, I'ma take it when I'm aimin' (Give it up)
I move real cool, handle business like a gangster
Like shoes on the 'Vette, that's a Lamb' to the jakes
I be workin' out, wearin' slay ups doin' reps
Like the bench press, killer stayin' in your chest (Boom-boom-boom)
No one came in, flip it for another set
Street certified, real n*gga with respect (Ooh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We always fussin' and arguin' (Fussin' and arguin'), then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my homies, I'ma have the party lit, goin' way up (Ooh)
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart (My heart), girl, I put it right in front of you (My heart)
Told some lies
Now we in the club (Ooh) tryna socialize