Chris Brown - Fool Wit It lyrics
[Chorus: Chris Brown] Yeah baby I'm a fool wit it All this money, what you gon' do wit it? I got a lawyer for the case Girl, just let me know if you with it I don't really plan for tomorrow I just do whatever I want And damn right I'mma act a fool wit it Damn right I'mma act a fool wit it [Verse 1: Kid Red] I'm 'bout to act a fool with all these b**hes I'm rolling backwoods up I swear it's my religion And you can kick it baby under one condition That you twerk it for a n***a like a video audition I just wanna see you put it in reverse Back it up and dump it in a pile like some dirt Big booty, lil booty go to work Big booty, lil booty go to work She just tryna pay her bills and get a purse Waiting on a check, said it's coming on the first n***a might help her, I'm a victim of the thirst Told Brown get a friend, after that we disperse Let me get some toppy with the top off In that 'Rari all red like hot sauce Stones ruby red, looking like grapefruit Diamonds on my looking clearer than some grey juice [Chorus: Chris Brown] Yeah baby I'm a fool wit it All this money, what you gon' do wit it? I got a lawyer for the case Girl, just let me know if you with it I don't really plan for tomorrow I just do whatever I want And damn right I'mma act a fool wit it Damn right I'mma act a fool wit it [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Look, okay, I'm 'bout to act a fool with all my n***as I'm 'bout to make that p**y drunk so bring the liquor p**y too cold give a n***a shivers Like a UPS package know a n***a gon' deliver All this liquor got me f**ing up my liver Give you dick, take it back, Indian giver f** a camera, better get the big picture If ya dead broke b**h, I won't even deal with ya ha This the anthem for the whoadies and my n***as Wrapping trap money made that quarter off of chickens Jive a** turkeys won't make it to thanksgiving Make that hundred million then I take that sh** back to Virginia ha Monkey business, man that sh** just so bananas Lamborghini white and black, call that sh** a panda Car game, excuse me where my f**ing manners? My dick'll have her smiling like a f**ing jack-o-lantern b**hes say they need that white girl or that Hannah Montana I keep sh**ting on these n***as like I poo-pooed in a pamper ha Oh sh** I'm dodging police and the cameras Watch me Instagram that b**h, I bet that ho a dancer Big booty with a super flat stomach I tried to f** that b**h but she start asking for the money She says that she's been f**ing with me since I made Run It Who the hell you think I am a motherf**ing dummy? [Chorus: Chris Brown] Yeah baby I'm a fool wit it All this money, what you gon' do wit it? I got a lawyer for the case Girl, just let me know if you with it I don't really plan for tomorrow I just do whatever I want And damn right I'mma act a fool wit it Damn right I'mma act a fool wit it [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Okay, I'm the sh** n***a f** a nomination Give yo b**h the dick, I don't need no conversation Watch me whip it, watch me whip it like a f**ing dominatrix Best not waist my time ho, I'm all out of patience I got money balling ye high, balling like I'm 8 high Roll another swisher b**h you know a n***a stay high Eat that p**y up, beat it up, are you f**ing kidding? Put that dick up in your life, I'm f**ing up your kidneys I'm spending that paper she getting that money she ready to go f**ing with all of them models, I'm popping that bottle, she swallow, I'm checking her throat I want a freak she went to me, stalking her Instagram liking her posts She in the pink, I'm in the mink, I pull it out watch her take off her clothes I'm 'bout to make a song for all the strippers Already bought artillery for all my n***as And for you lying hoes quit the Robin Givens Call it murder when I tour I make a motherf**ing k**ing [Chorus: Chris Brown] Yeah baby I'm a fool wit it All this money, what you gon' do wit it? I got a lawyer for the case Girl, just let me know if you with it I don't really plan for tomorrow I just do whatever I want And damn right I'mma act a fool wit it Damn right I'mma act a fool wit it