Side b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(The Mob Group)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side b*tch
Give your ass to all them n*ggas
I just wanna f*ck, no love
Say you love me, b*tch, you lyin'
Give your ass to all them n*ggas
She sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that b*tch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anythin' that come out her lips (Lips)
Girl, that's why you my side b*tch
That's why you my side b*tch

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ
Te-Tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say
Bi-b*tch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies
Lo-Lo-Lookin' for the money, b*tch, I ball, I'm too paid
What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'?
Every n*gga in LA done hit it
I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties
Big booty but her brain is missin'
Let me paint the picture
Said she, said she couldn't see me tonight
Had to go to work, had to get her weight up (Weight up)
Fo-Fo-Forty-five minutes later, seen the b*tch in the club with another n*gga laid up (Laid up)
With her triflin' ass, I guess this ho all about her paper
I'm-I'm-I'ma do me
I-I-I told her don't do me no favors (Favors)
Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out
Then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out
Yeah, I'm finna send my n*ggas to the b*tch crib
While she f*ckin' my n*ggas, run in the house
Huh, I need to cool down, n*gga
Call myself Brown, you that n*gga
Get up off that mob sh*t (The Mob Group)
A n*gga really can't be mad about a side b*tch, ha
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah
Girl, that's why you my side b*tch
Give your ass to all them n*ggas
I just wanna f*ck, no love
Say you love me, b*tch, you lyin'
Give your ass to all them n*ggas
She sexy, I want that
I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé
Watch that b*tch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anythin' that come out her lips (Lips)
Girl, that's why you my side b*tch
That's why you my side b*tch

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons (Oh)
Why-Why I call you my side chick (I-I-I call you my side chick, side chick)
I-I f*ck you every other season (Si-Si-Side chick, oh, yeah)
Ba-Ba-Baby, you too much trouble for a n*gga to be in (Si-Si-Side chick)
That pus*y feel so good
A f*cked up position for a n*gga to be in (So f*cked up, yeah)
She got so much motivation, my side b*tch
Pu-Pu-pus*y good and hella tight
A f*cked up position for a n*gga to be in (Ooh)
Girl, we be f*ckin' this b*tch 'til she hate it
Bo-Bottom b*tches kinda crazy
To-To-Too much trouble for a n*gga to be in
Si-Si-Side b*tch tryna have my babies
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Ray J, Chris Brown & Ray J]
You ain't nothin' but trouble, yeah, yeah (Ooh, woah)
Girl, that's why you my side b*tch (Th-Th-That's why you my side chick, baby)
Give your ass to all them n*ggas (All my n*ggas)
I just wanna f*ck, no love (Ooh)
Say you love me, b*tch, you lyin'
Give your ass to all them n*ggas (Ooh, wanna let the homies get it)
She sexy, I want that
And I know she been leadin' me on
He gave her a bottle of Rosé (Ooh)
Watch that b*tch turn off her phone
She sneaky, can't believe
Anythin' that come' out her lips (Can't believe anythin' this b*tch talkin' 'bout)
Girl, that's why you my side b*tch (Ooh)
That's why you my side b*tch

[Outro: Ray J]
Yeah, ooh
That's why
That's why
That's why
(That's why)
(The Mob Group)