เนื้อเพลง Bunkin' - Chris Brown and Tyga

[Intro - Chris Brown:]
100, keep this sh*t 100
100

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my b*tch she Bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b*tch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My b*tch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n*gga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n*gga
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great, my n*gga

[Verse 1 - Jay 305:]
(I don't know if you know
How it feel to ride out in sunset watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles my n*gga
Whats happen though?)
My b*tch grind
My boo now know I'm thugging
I'm from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
F*ckin' months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherf*cking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., wipe my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
F*cking b*tches like yo misses
Flip em' like a case of raw
Back to to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my n*ggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main b*tch
On my side on time, n*gga my b*tch she bunkin'

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my b*tch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b*tch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My b*tch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n*gga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n*gga
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great, my n*gga

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad b*tch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Trap n*gga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the sh*t that you ain't know about
Stop cuffing that b*tch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on that ass, think it ain't gon drop?
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
N*gga 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don't lie
Still up to the same old sh*t
Bang on the p*ssy n*gga they ain't no sh*t
Stop playing with the p*ssy you know you don't want this
Shut the f*ck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my b*tch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b*tch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My b*tch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n*gga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n*gga
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great, my n*gga

[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
F*ck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it it's that
Early morning, tap that wet wet
You know a n*gga love breakfast, I'ma bite that
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at
Counting alla that, f*ck alla them n*ggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact get on my lap
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates, if I catch a case
Will you wait on me and build me up again, if so

[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Yeah my n*ggas thuggin', poppin' rubber bands
Money in my hand
Double cuppin' with the Sprite
Mix it up with the Xans
With some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your b*tch choosy
She say "Don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that b*tch "I'm out here coolin"
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
Got a million dollar body with a hundred dollar brain
Girl your booty like a pumpkin
And my b*tch she be bunkin'

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Yeah, my b*tch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My b*tch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My b*tch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my n*gga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my n*gga
I throw that cash in the air
This sh*t feel great, my n*gga