Iamsu! ft. Tyga & Chris Brown - Ayo (Remix) Lyrics

Ayo (Remix) Lyrics By Iamsu! ft. Tyga & Chris Brown

(Verse: Iamsu!)
HB catagrain, nothin’ like these other lames
Flow hot, bet I get a whip like a summer rain
Gold teeth, wrist and chain, brand new everythang
You got what it take to hang with a suity mane
They wanna know why I been what I’m into
Keep a new pair everyday like a gym suit
You can’t stop us, don’t even attempt to
Rap tight, plus the beat slap like a pen do
Uh, when she with you, she wanna check her phone
Lemme be the driver, lemme run and check up on em
Game tight like a mac, tell ‘er check her tone
Weed loud in the crowd like a megaphone
Yeah, on stage, let her break it (?!) for me
Tell lil baby no pennies under leggies fo’ me
So I can see her shake that ass
I’mma teach ya how to flip that math

(Hook)
We popping like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chillin’ wit the top down
Screamin’ like ayo
I’mma take ‘er ass down when she bring ‘er friend around
Fuck em both like ayo
I’m a boogie ass nigga, left the roof at home
We poppin’ like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be actin’ like I need ya

(Verse 2: Tyga)
Aye, babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich wit the roof missin’
If it don’t make dollas it don’t make sense
ZZZ, wake up like I got to get it
& I got a engine wit a trunk space
I get $ 3 ways, fuckin’ bitches 3 ways
7 different foreignz plus she no hable
But I make that bitch walk wit sum’ cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Lookin’ in the mirror like I wish I could be me
She 2 into me, I’m mo’ into the $
My hobby’s ‘er body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hold my dick, 2 conceited
Uh, told ‘er she’s my wife fo’ the weekend
But don’t be actin’ like I need ya cuz we popping like…

(Verse 3: Chris Brown)
I’m in a Rolls, ya don’t roll right
My chain shine brighta than a strobe light
I’m tryin’ to fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothing
Rehabilitation just had me worried bout fuckin’
Money, decision makin’ only worried bout stuntin’
She worried bout me, her nigga worried bout cuffin’
I want to see ‘er body
She said get inside of me
I want to feel ya baby
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
See when I go down on ‘er
Now we fucking, she thuggin’
Getting loud cuz we popping like

(Bridge)
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot yo bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
Uh, ya losin’ $, I windmills Dr. J
She goin’ to follow my lead, Simon Says
Paper, paper, I’m ridin’ scrapers in California
Car smellin’ like ammonia, we got that stank on us
Neva been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car 2 fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
& my section less niggas, more lesbians
Got yo bitch, I’m that nigga
Yeah we poppin’ like

(Outro)
Ya, it’s that fly shit, king shit only
Drop top, no roof, haaaa