Automatic lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
b*tches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh*t, with the static
New b*tch, new crib like a palace
Bad b*tch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
All my n*ggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
She get high, she could sniff a f*ckin' mountain (Shorty wild)
Shawty squirt, body turn into a fountain (Automatic)
I'm a boss, she was lost and I found her
Ass round, super cake so I pound her
Got my n*gga wit' me from the city, mane, yeah
Know I'm f*ckin' wit' that Glizzy gang, yeah
Spend a bag, get them titties huge
While you at it, get that ass too-ass too

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
b*tches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh*t, with the static
New b*tch, new crib like a palace
Bad b*tch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
All my n*ggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Move the trash, move the cash
Monster truck, move the dash
Foreign little b*tch, shoes and bag
Skeet on her ass, who the dad?
Racks on me, packs on me
Pill rollin', crafts on me
Took her to the crib bet she tapped on me
Pulled her hair now I got tracks on me
No replacin', I don't want no relation
I don't want none, the basic
I'm 'bout to c*m, she'll taste it
I got the 'Rari racin'
I'm at the border chasin'
I know they all are naked
Holes in my face, I'm Jason

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
b*tches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh*t, with the static
New b*tch, new crib like a palace
Bad b*tch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
All my n*ggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]
They can't f*ckin' check me
Baby, tell me, is you ready?
They call me Young Jefe, b*tch, if you win't never met me
Trey, he with them Glizzes, b*tch, you know we Trigga happy
In LA with them bossy b*tches, b*tch, stop bein' petty
You never f*cked a dope boy, b*tch, I sell that sh*t so well
She in love with the coco, so I buy that b*tch Chanel
And I just sent them rocks out to my n*ggas in them cells
b*tch, pull up to my traphouse, tell me you will never tell
Lil' momma full of joy, she say she like them bad boys
Said, "b*tch I like your booty," said she like my fast toy
You see these V-V-S's, baby, make me buy more
b*tch, please don't miss your blessin', it's the f*ckin' trap lord

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Money in my pocket, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
b*tches goin' all in, yeah, that's automatic (Automatic)
With the smoke bullsh*t, with the static
New b*tch, new crib like a palace
Bad b*tch on the carpet, Aladdin (Automatic)
Baby ride it like a horse, she a stallion (Automatic)
Two-fifty on the chain and medallion (Automatic)
All my n*ggas came from that public housin' (Automatic)
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