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
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the ɾoof at home
We popping like [F]ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be [Am]acting like [F]I need you

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe [Am]this my [A]new shit
I'm the black Richie Rich with the ɾoof missing
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
Z, wake up like [F]I gotta get it
And I got [Fm7]an engine full of tɾunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she's no hablé
But I make that bitch walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Lookin in the mirror like [F]I wish I can be [Am]me
She too into [C7]me, I'm more into [C7]money
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my [A]lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I won't lie, hope my [A]dick's too conceited
Uh, told her she's my [A]wife for [Dm7]the weekend
But don't be [Am]acting like [F]I need you [A7cause we poppin' like

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my [A]bitches got [Fm7]ɾeal hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like [F]ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em [A]both like [F]ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the ɾoof at home
We popping like [F]ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be [Am]acting like [F]I need you

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you [A7don't ɾoll ɾight
My chain shine brighter than a stɾobe [Am]light
I'm tɾyna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice
If I motor boat, she gonna motorbike
A nigga ain't worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation [C7]just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stuntin
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffin'
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
And she said get inside of me
I wanna feel you [A7baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal ɾight out of me
We lovin', she love it
Especially when I go down on [C7]her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin' like)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my [A]bitches got [Fm7]ɾeal hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like [F]ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em [A]both like [F]ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the ɾoof at home
We popping like [F]ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be [Am]acting like [F]I need you

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday
(Uh, you [A7losin' money, I win mills Dr. J
She's gonna follow my [A]lead, Simon [C7]Says)
Paper, paper, I'm ɾiding scrapers in California
Car smell like [F]ammonia, we got [Fm7]that stank on [C7]us
(Never been an outcast that stank on [C7]ya
From the ghetto [C7]but my [A]bitch like [F]Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like [F]a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestɾians
(In my [A]section [C7]less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Ayo
All my [A]bitches got [Fm7]ɾeal hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like [F]ayo
I'mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em [A]both like [F]ayo
I'm a bougie ass nigga left the ɾoof at home
We popping like [F]ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be [Am]acting like [F]I need you

[Outɾo - Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no ɾoof - ahhh!