Full Lyrics : Chris Brown & Tyga Ft. 50 Cent - I Bet

[Hook: 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

Balling 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 shanayay, nah-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

Hold up, I'm getting money, boy

Your girl want me cause I got them toys

Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors

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 the pussy deep, a n*gga f*ckin' up her cervex

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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]

I got a hundred on it

She ain't faithful to you, n*gga

Word around town, you know thots get around

Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie

I gave her f*ck what you know, makes no sense you, ho

Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo

Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home,  b*tch

So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch,  b*tch

Bounce sh*t, mouse sh*t, put in your mouth sh*t

I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in

Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety

I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted

f*ckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'

It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it

Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer

Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause

[Hook]

[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 foreign, Ferrari horse and 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

After the [?] I be nuttin' in her mouth like this

And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss

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 gone be with it, let a n*gga get it, hold up in it

[Hook]

[Outro]

Ya'll  b*tchass n*ggas got me f*cked up. I'm not f*ckin' yall n*ggas. I don't give a f*ck who ya'll is. And I don't give a f*ck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving 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 u

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