[Intro: Tyga]
Hol' up
(Mustard on the beat ho)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Pull up, n***a creeping
Colder than a motherf**er, guess it's hoe season, b**h
Shorty got that a**, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a f** about your features, I'm tryna f**
If it's one on one, gimme that ISO
But if it's two of y'all I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you t**ng with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny n***a with a suit on
Bunch of bad b**hes, yeah, they like me n***a, who don't?
Drop top, everything, we party like the roof gone
A n***a got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on, blap
Tell 'em hold that, if you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor Zing and you know that
b**hes looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching
Cause I sponsor sh**, b**h I throw racks
f**ed up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that p**y, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this b**h about to blow up
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ain't sh** but model b**hes over here
I'm a n***a with money b**h, let's make that clear
You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby on my blimp sh**
You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental sh**
No sense in lingering, can't count on you n***as man
Only count Benjamins, yeah, he my closest friend
My wrist's a risk, ice the b**h
Like it's sprained and sh**, I'm the n***a, n***a
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' is
I take that p**y and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger
That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers
She fold it closed, we ain't gon' ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bang-bang-bang
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop b**h, you know a n***a play who*es
I play with p**y, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
Man, she make that a** wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something, damn, I'mma need a doctor
A b**h with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them n***as she be dodging
She ain't loyal, I brought her head
She don't give a f** about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that p**y do the running man
While all these other n***as f**ing with Juwanna Man
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the p**y, she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work, my sh** got hard as a missile
Then she said she had a twin, I started f**ing her sister
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p**y like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor