Word On Street lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro]
Word on the street I got gold bricks

[Verse 1]
Word on the street I got gold bricks
Put kinggold chains on yo b*tch
Let'her cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish
She gon blow di*k til she pop, how many licks?
Blow this popsicle, stand quick
Insane n*ggas, getting bent in a Bentley
Hothead trigger n*gga, don’t tempt me
Make that ass shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit)
In the middle east, Jebediah
I’m the great Alexander Empire
Bubba Gump, put shrimp on yo diner
Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
Tyga, not to be f*cked with, tyrant
On the highest level, top of mount Zion
She said she never f*cked me, but she’s lyin'
Team so strong, could’ve been a Minnesota Viking, f*ck it
Two tears n*gga in a bucket
You don’t like me and b*tch I love it
Livin life reckless, gold b*tch stay nugget
Stephen Curry, got 30 in the luggage
f*ck that b*tch, she’ll never get a lover
Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
Talkin' bout medusa, these n*ggas just losers
You ain’t even do sh*t, I’m the coach that’s coolest
T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising
Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent
Probably the best to do this
Ho I ain’t gotta prove sh*t
The proof’s in the bank b*tch
Do this sh*t for my kids’ kids
In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is n*gga
[Hook]
Word on the street I got gold bricks
Word on the street I got gold bricks

[Verse: 2]
Heath Ledger, pill poppin', no jokin'
Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened
Soul Doctor, this ain’t no Broadwayin'
Tom foolery, yall n*ggas horse playin
Most hated cause the crib most gated
Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated
Your cars pass through expiration
Second to none, no offense, none taken
Stick up, I’m highjackin' em back
I’m the sh*t bubblewrap, get rap to rap
Flow god, that is so hot, step on yo back, b*tch
Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin' pad, lougin' at the pack
T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap
Instagram, take the pilot jet ready, that’s an instant plane
f*ck yall, n*ggas couch mane
Actin' ashamed, don’t be a slave
Put yo check on the table, by the end of the days paid hey hey
Play fair, I don’t wealthfare, f*ck fair
When I'm near smell wealth in the air
Oh yeah? Who that n*gga with the big ass gat?
That’s me with the big ass gat, it’s a sabertooth
Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash
No pork on my plate, n*gga still goin ham
[Hook]
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