DJ Mustard - Banjo lyrics

[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