Substance lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown]
(Yeah)
Right now you warned
OHB, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Let's talk about somethin'
Girl, I need your acceptance
You're makin' assumptions
But you know it's nothin' (Yeah)
The liquor keep callin'
You know I need more
It's ninety-nine problems, can't take any more
I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the four
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only hot b*tches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan', watch me get loose
Throwin' all of these bands for you

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Oh, woah)
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Ow!)
[Verse 2: HoodyBaby, Chris Brown, HoodyBaby & Chris Brown]
Girl, who do you f*ck when I ain't in the city? (Yeah)
Drivin' me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm trippin'
f*ck it, I'm trippin', I'm crazy, I'm whippin' (Oh)
My heart is racin', this sh*t is amazin'
This negative energy
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's? (Oh)
Mixin' up drugs, yeah, I got the remedy
Damn, you f*ckin' the enemy
I gave you the best of me (Oh)
Showed you how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe, damn (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Oh, woah)
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you

[Verse 3: Tracy T, Chris Brown, Tracy T & Chris Brown]
Substance abuse (Yeah), substance from you (Yeah)
Thousand dollar tab, baby, this ain't bought food (Nah)
This a two-seater, baby, you can't car pool (Skrrt)
Got the old school, move like the car new (Woah)
Bands low, never make your girl spend it with me (Yeah)
When she gone, I get it back and spend another sixty
Still cold hearted, say it's cold-hearted, woah
She shotgun, I drop the top, let your hair blow
Them heels got you walkin' like you on the runway
I don't play, but we got the game like a arcade
On the witch hunt, I know you gon' make it right for me (Right for me, oh, yeah)
Put the pus*y on the flight, make it tonight for me (Oh, tonight for me)
And, baby (Huh), I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger (Oh)
She gon' move work, she lowkey in the Acura (Yeah)
b*tch, ain't no cuffin', a boy still a bachelor (Ow!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Young Lo]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Oh, woah)
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Yeah, substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Lo)

[Verse 4: Young Lo]
Four in the mornin', I'm thinkin' of you (Yeah)
Just got the seal and I'm pourin' it through (Woo)
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only askin' this all 'cause of you (You)
These Xannies got me trippin' right now
Babe, your love is like a Perc', my heart itchin' right now
See 'em flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me trippin' right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like a playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought that you would stay 'round
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losin' my vision

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Substance, substance
Substance, substance (Oh, woah)
Huh, all this substance abuse (Substance, oh)
I need substance from you (Huh)
[Verse 5: Chris Brown]
In recovery, rehabilitatin' from you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testin', makin' all them moves
We both gettin' f*cked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
b*tch, I'm sippin', you steady trippin' and politickin'
Takin' vacations with your b*tch, why she ain't postin' pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drown, I'm still gon' f*ck some b*tches (Ow!)
You know that pus*y my addiction
She drivin' my stick, tryna f*ck up my transmission
I'm p*ssed off, withdrawals just f*ckin' up my pimpin'
Take a picture, n*gga, see how I'm livin'
Ain't goin' back to prison, I got two felonies, dismissin' the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella b*tches, hella b*tches piled up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face