Tyga - I Bet lyrics

(with Chris Brown) (feat. 50 Cent) [Hook - Chris Brown:] Shawty wanna leave with a n***a, I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a n***a, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, n***a, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you n***as No sympathy for you n***as [Verse 1 - Chris Brown:] Ho, shut the f** up, miss me with the bullsh** Balling like a b**h, all my n***as hood rich Bring some b**hes to the crib, show 'em what the wood is Your b**h look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness It's 500, that be the block Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops Hold up, I'm getting money, boy Your girl want me cause I got them toys Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on Painted on the Maserati, look like it been sh**ted on Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert I be in the p**y deep, a n***a f**in' up her cervex Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that sh** on purpose Cause I hope a n***a see it when he comin' home from work [Hook] [Verse 2 - Tyga:] I got a hundred on it She ain't faithful to you, n***a Word around town, you know thots get around Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie I gave her f** what you know, makes no sense you, ho Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, b**h So comfortable, now get your a** off my couch, b**h Bounce sh**, mouse sh**, put in your mouth sh** I've been playin' with the p**y, time to put that thing in Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted f**in' amazin', pump out that ba** like freebasin' It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause [Hook] [Verse 3 - 50 Cent:] I bet your b**h’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave We only f** with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys You be that n***a she call on when she need someone to love I be that n***a, we just turn up, we just ball out n f** After the thuggin' I be nuttin' in her mouth like this And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me We from different sets, why your b**h wanna bang with me? All the time, all the time, I be on the grind Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind It's the paper, they know a n***a get it, get it Shawty gone be with it, let a n***a get it, hold up in it [Hook] [Outro:] Ya'll b**ha** n***as got me f**ed up. I'm not f**in' yall n***as. I don't give a f** who ya'll is. And I don't give a f** if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And ya'll not giving me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and sh**. Don't get it f**ed up