Nothing Like Me (feat. Chris Brown)

She don't think that I can change

So I switched from a benz to a range

First class to the jet (yeah!)

Got more money than her ex

Way more money than her ex

And he ain't nothing like me, girl

I done showed you shit you never seen, girl

But he ain't nothing like me, girl

He complain about your spending

I hand you the card, tell you spend it

Master p, no limit

I let you do you, girl

He don't put no gas in your car, nah

We hit the lot and buy cars, girl

He fuck you every blue moon

I hit it till the sun come up

That's why I fuck with you girl

You ain't looking for no come up

Your nigga ain't about his money

He got zeros, I got commas

He buying drinks, I'm buying bottles

We pulling up on forgiato's

All of my niggas got money

That nigga can't pull out a hundred

I ain't gone start shit

And a nigga ain't worried 'bout the homies

Twerk that shit on me from the front to the back

I know you got a nigga, don't lie

Fuck your boyfriend, not tonight

I'ma make you mine, all night

Damn I'm on your ass can't hide it

Cause all my girls that sing

This shit don't want a broke nigga (no)

All they wanna do smoke and drink

And they know what I'm thinking

She choosing (choosing) to fuck with a fly nigga

Your bitch about to change up

I'm the truth, you a lie, nigga

More money, most money

Marlon wayans, tell them niggas ain't shit funny

Tight money, shit too private for your plane money

You coach money, I toast crimes loaf running

Rich nigga, alpo, rich porter

I'm ceo, plus I fucked his granddaughter

I do shit you think about on the toilet

My cup over-running, flowing like fiji water

And my new bitch sorta like an alcoholic

Bitch my new car, call that bitch "whatchamacallit"

T-raw (yeah) got pussy calling

Ohb l-k, only balling

I came with the tooth filler

In case a nigga wanna

Score a round with me, nigga

True shit, trill nigga

Put down my hard hat, drill bitches, fuck with me