"Ayo" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN

CHRIS BROWN

"Ayo"

(Nicholas Balding / Chris Brown / Mark Kragen / Michael Stevenson)

I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you

Ayo, we poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty like ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

Ah! Aye babe this my new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got a engine with a trunk space
I get money three ways
Fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hable
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She too into me, I'm more into money
My hobby's her body
That pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hold my dick, too conceited
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend
But don't be acting like I need you
'Cause we poppin' like

Ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
When she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty like ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting like I need you

I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me
Her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (body)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeah)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud ('cause we poppin' like)

Huh, look, all right
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
Uh, you losing money, I windmills Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says
Paper, paper, I'm riding scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
And my section less niggas, more lesbians
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
Yeah we poppin' like

This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ah!