Chris Brown - Green Goblin lyrics

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] One time for B.I.G Wave a finger front to back I ain't gotta tell you where I'm from, you see it on my cap 501's on my leg Polo men on my tee Jordan ain't no kiddin me But I keep 'em on my feet I like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something just like me YSL and Gucci I like them girls in Louis V Red bottoms Lou B's Two fingers to the G's What it is, what it be If you ballin' rasie ya bottom and yell "FREE TUNECHI" Free, Free Tunechi Till they free Tunechi I'm Q-Vision in the club Watch me make a movie (Now LE'GOOO)) [Hook] I got money, money my problem (Le'Goo) Love doin' math so it's money I'm solvin' Never. ever stoppin', but these n***as steady coppin' So I'm ugly with the money Ugly, ugly, Green Goblin [Verse 2: Chris Brown] f** them other haters cuz I'm down for my n***as I got money in my pockets so there's no room for ya digits I be in and outta state, err'day a different place And I be hittin' home runs while you still on second base Ya boy be poppin' them bottles of Rozay f**in' models in every single damn way No offense to ugly women but I need a pretty face If you skinny or eat plenty it don't matter either way Cuz I'mma get it, hit it, quit it then I pa** you off to Jae... Millz Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels Them bullets long like fries, get a Happy Meal Black Card, Red Chucks, Batman & Robin Spider-man eatin' up the moeny, Green Goblin [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Jae Millz] Till I die I'm uptown and dead prezzys what I'm countin' in Cut milli-mountsins, n***a what you know about 'em So Harlem 'till I go f** a stylist, I be stylin' Comin' down 125th, paper plated drop wildin' He sreamin' till it's easy, love me or leave me For New York Free Remy and for YM Free Weezy Me and C.Breezy, Chubby Chuck TZ's We on that cherry carpet while you watchin' us on TV Trust me I'm mountain clean, if the boy in my regime On stage im poison, Hot Tub Time Machine Yeah, Yeah The all doubtin' but they favorite slouchin' And all I got for these n***as is flames, douse 'em Who wan' test me, get off the express way This is not an Esther, n***as it's an XJ Swag freakin' American, tatted like an esé Take your a** directly to the morgue is what my chest say Yes Jay, yes Jay, stunt like Harlem taught ya My diamonds stupid bright, Violet Ultra They all counted me out They thought Millz was over But look who's talkin' now mother f**as, John Travolta [Hook x2]