เนื้อเพลง Banjo - Chris Brown and Tyga

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a Banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
Man, don't play with the p*ssy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor

[Chris Brown:]
Pull up, n*gga creeping
Colder than a motherf*cker
Guess it's ho season (b*tch)
Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you
With these lights off, give a f*ck about your features
I'm tryna f*ck
If it's one on one gimme that eye soap
But if it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your eyes closed
Go figure, skinny n*gga with a suit on
Bunch of bad b*tches
Yeah, they like me n*gga, who don't?
Drop top, everything
We party like the roof gone
A n*gga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing and you know that
B*tches looking for a sponsorship, cha-ching, cause I sponsor sh*t
B*tch I throw racks
F*cked up, got me dancing on the floor
Tryna dance in that p*ssy, tell me when to go
I'm tore up, feeling like I'm 'bout to throw up
One night with me this b*tch about to blow up

[Hook x2]

[Tyga:]
Ain't sh*t but model b*tches over here
I'm a n*gga with money b*tch
Let's make that clear
You here with a Elf ear
Hoes in stock over here
And the price going up by the year
It's a good year, baby
On my blimp sh*t
You too defensive and sensitive
That's on some mental sh*t
No sense in lingering
Can't count on you n*ggas man, only count Benjamins
He my closest friend
My wrist a wrist
Ice the b*tch
Like it's sprained and sh*t
I'm the n*gga, n*gga
Yes he is, the flyest with three yes' [?]
I take that p*ssy and ransom it
When I hit the block, better have your banger
[?]
She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang
[?]
Bang-bang

[Hook x2]

[Chris Brown:]
She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it
Alley-oop b*tch, you know a n*gga play whores
I play with p*ssy, girl you know that I'm a playboy
Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise
She make that ass wobble like a monster
Twerk something, hurt something
Damn, I'ma need a doctor
A b*tch with some real hair straight up out the projects
And she turn her phone off from all them n*ggas she be dodging
[?] head
She don't give a f*ck about nothing but her bread
But when I dance in that p*ssy do the running man
While all these other n*ggas f*cking with [?]
I'm throwing all of this money and I'm advancing these strippers
I got my hand on the p*ssy she got her hand on my zipper
She started going to work my sh*t got hard as a missile
Then she say she got a twin, I started f*cking her sister

[Hook]