Bunkin' Songtext - Chris Brown

Bunkin' - Chris Brown

[Intro: Chris Brown]
100, keep this shit 100


[Hook: Chris Brown]
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing

My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me

My bitch 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 nigga

Even small stacks

We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga

I throw that cash in the air

This shit feel great, my nigga

[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 nigga

Whats happen though?)
My bitch 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

Fuckin' months

Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run

I got my motherfucking 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

Fucking bitches like yo misses

Flip em' like a case of raw

Back to to business flipping digits

Splitting switches with my niggas

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 bitch

On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[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 bitch in a drop Lamborghini

Make a home girl hate

Trap nigga 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 shit that you ain't know about

Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot

Racks on that ass, think it ain

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