Interpret:

Chris Brown

Album:

Fortune

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
 Yo, this Virginia
 Straight from the country, right there wit my kinfolk
 Golds and my mouth and they put 26's on Benzo's
 Dirt roads, back wood
 They got weed but I've been dope
 Ratchet, n-gga we act hood
 But I'm getting money with these white folk
 Sippin and I'm faded, super medicated
 Said she wanna check the pole
 I said Okay Sarah Palin, so I lay down and lay in
 A n-gga gon' be faded, sll the way to the AM


 [Hook]
 More drink, pour it up
 More weed, roll it up
 Whoa there ho, you know wassup
 Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down
 Pimps up, hoes down
 Ass up, nose down
 Damn b-tch I do it


 And this the live we chose
 Workin' all night
 Swear I'm never going broke
 And I'mma do this till I die
 And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
 (I'm high)


 Oh God, oh God


 [Big Sean]
 Ok, wow, bow
 Look at me now, chief like a indian
 Talkin in clouds, I'm high as a b-tch
 I'm talking to clouds
 Off tree every night like I roam with the owls
 I super soak that ho, show 'em no love just throw em a towel
 Still rocking Louis Vuitton condom, cause I'm so f-ck-ng in style, wow
 New crib, crash that. Drove here, cab back
 Now knock that pussy out, yeah that's just a little cat nap
 Hold up, hold up woah
 Don't be smoking my sh-t, I be smoking that fire
 And she be smoking my d-ck


 [Hook]
 More drink, pour it up
 More weed, roll it up
 Whoa there ho, you know wassup
 Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down
 Pimps up, hoes down
 Ass up, nose down
 Damn b-tch I do it


 And this the live we chose
 Workin' all night
 Swear I'm never going broke
 And I'mma do this till I die
 And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
 (I'm high)


 [Wiz Khalifa]
 Smoking, choking, always rollin' something
 I don't need a key to start my car
 Bitch I just push a button and theater showing
 Got a half a mill and spent it like it's nothing
 Money flowing, never sober
 Smoking till I got concussion, no discussion
 Man I got a condo and got a big crib
 Pounds all over my kitchen is
 If I ain't on the road gettin' it
 Then I'm in the hood where my niggas live
 Did a tour, sold it out, just bought a pound 'bout to finish it
 Now all my pasta got shrimp in it
 You talk about and I'm living it
 Fucking little b-tch


 [Hook]
 More drink, pour it up
 More weed, roll it up
 Whoa there ho, you know wassup
 Quit hoggin' the blunt b-ch, slow down
 Pimps up, hoes down
 Ass up, nose down
 Damn b-tch I do it


 And this the live we chose
 Workin' all night
 Swear I'm never going broke
 And I'mma do this till I die
 And I ain't talking sh-t just cause I'm, just cause I'm...
 (I'm high)


 [Chris Brown]
 Real n-gga never frontin'
 Cause when you got it all
 Everybody want somethin'
 Middle finger in the air no fist pump
 And me, Sean and Wiz got this bitch jumping
 Ah! Finally got this b-tch jumping
 Got this b-tch jumpin'
 Fly...that's me...