D.A. Doman - Bunkin' lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] Where my real b**hes at? 100, keep this sh** 100, 100 [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my b**h she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My b**h bunkin' She only clap that a** for me My b**h bunkin' I taught her how to whip a ki Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a [Verse 1: Jay 305] (I don't know if you know How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset California, Los Angeles my n***a What's happening though? Look) My b**h grind, my boo now know I'm thugging, I'm from the Slums She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, f**in' months Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run I got my motherf**ing J's on, finna hit Arkansas Get these OXYs off, come back to L.A., wipe my case Where I'm from it's bang or ball, f**ing b**hes like yo misses Flip 'em like a case of raw, back to to business flipping digits Splitting switches with my n***as, came from nothing, from nothing to something Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging Coming out the county jail smell like public, yo momma love it Got your main b**h on my side on time, n***a [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my b**h she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My b**h bunkin' She only clap that a** for me My b**h bunkin' I taught her how to whip a ki Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a [Verse 2: T.I.] Hey hey, now don't it feel great When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates? Yeah, with a super bad b**h in a drop Lamborghini Make a home girl hate Just a trap n***a known to have a quarter-mill a day n***a, proof that selling d** on the corner still pay I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on Ki's Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop Teaching you the sh** that you ain't know 'bout On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock Stop cuffing that b**h like she ain't no thot Hey, racks on that a**, think it ain't gon' drop? Even if not, but the brain on fire n***a 14 years I remain on fire Men do, women too but the game don't lie Hey, still up to the same old sh** Bang on a p**y n***a they ain't no sh** Stop playing with it p**y you know you don't want this Shut the f** down or yo a** gon' get it In public, it's nothin' I'm right back in my bunkin' Ain't what you do it's how you does it And we does it cousin [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my b**h she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My b**h bunkin' She only clap that a** for me My b**h bunkin' I taught her how to whip a ki Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a [Verse 3: Tyga] Make me harder, miss your daughter She just wanna lay and party Be my naughty girl in college f** you all the time, I'm tired Wake up on it, it's that Early morning, tap that wet wet You know a n***a love breakfast, I'mma bite that Got money in the mattress where I hide it at She counting all of that, f** all of them n***as They don't know what to do with all that As a matter fact get on my lap Put you on the map take you out the trap From a condo to a larger state Got double gates If I catch a case Would you wait on me and build me up again, if so [Bridge: Chris Brown] Yeah my n***as thuggin', poppin' rubber bands, money in my hand Double cuppin' with the Sprite, mix it with Xans With some zombies here tonight, slow motion, your b**h choosing She say "Don't they call you Breezy?" I told that b**h "I'm coolin" With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain She got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain Girl your booty like a pumpkin, like a pumpkin And my b**h she be bunkin' [Hook: Chris Brown] Yeah, my b**h she bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing My b**h bunkin' She only clap that a** for me My b**h bunkin' I taught her how to whip a ki Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my n***a, even small stacks We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n***a I throw that cash in the air, this sh** feel great, my n***a