I Bet lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Shawty wanna leave with a n*gga, I bet
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a n*gga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, n*gga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you n*ggas
No sympathy for you n*ggas

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Ho, shut the f*ck up, miss me with the bullsh*t
Ballin' like a b*tch, all my n*ggas hood rich
Bring some b*tches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your b*tch look like Sheneneh, uh-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hol' up, I'm gettin' money, boy
Your girl want me 'cause I got them toys
'Raris and them Bentleys and Aventadors
Double-decker buses and them private jets, I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been sh*tted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous, I'm a pervert
I be in that pus*y deep, a n*gga f*ckin' up her cervix
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that sh*t on purpose
'Cause I hope a n*gga see it when he comin' home from work
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Shawty wanna leave with a n*gga, I bet (Yeah)
Because she wanna be on TV with a n*gga (With a n*gga), I bet (Haha)
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, n*gga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you n*ggas
No sympathy for you n*ggas

[Verse 2: Tyga]
I-I-I got a hunnid on it (Ha)
She ain't faithful to you, n*gga (Nah)
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie (Homie)
I give a f*ck what you know, makes no sense, you ho
Rolls gas, Royce pedal, pockets on roseo
R-Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, b*tch
So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, b*tch (Yeah)
Bounce sh*t, mouse sh*t, put in your mouth sh*t
I've been playin' with the pus*y, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she taste it, she swallowed, she's wasted (Ah)
F-f*ckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it (Cyeah)
Come again, I replay it (Cyeah)
Speed it up, I'm speed racer (Cyeah)
Bet if you catch her lyin', she gon' reverse it 'cause
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, 50 Cent]
Shawty wanna leave with a n*gga (Ha), I bet
(Yeah, got your ass, b*tch)
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a n*gga (Woop), I bet (Ha)
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, n*gga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you n*ggas (Yeah)
No sympathy for you n*ggas (50)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I bet your b*tch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave
We only f*ck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on the keys
You be that n*gga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that n*gga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun (Ow!)
After the strokin', I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, "Honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss" (Haha)
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your b*tch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a n*gga get it, get it
Shawty gon' be with it, let a n*gga get it, hold up in it

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Shawty wanna leave with a n*gga, I bet (Yeah)
Because she wanna be on TV with a n*gga (With a n*gga), I bet (Haha)
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, n*gga, I bet
Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you n*ggas
No sympathy for you n*ggas
[Outro: K. Michelle]
Y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas got me f*cked up. I'm not f*ckin' y'all n*ggas. I don't give a f*ck who y'all is. And I don't give a f*ck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And y'all not givin' me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and sh*t. Don't get it f*cked up