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chris brown & tyga – nothin’ like me lyrics

[intro: yg]
mustard on the beat, ho

[hook: chris brown]
she don’t think that i can change
so i switched from a benz to a range, oh
first cl-ss to the jet, yeah
i got more money than her ex, oh
way more money than her ex, oh whoa
and he ain’t nothing like me, girl
i done showed you sh-t you never seen, girl, oh whoa
he ain’t nothing like me, girl

[verse 1: ty dolla $ign]
he complain about spending
i hand you the card, tell you spend it
master p, no limit
i let you do you, girl
he don’t put no gas in your car, nah
we hit the lot and buy cars, girl
he f-ck you every blue moon
i hit it ’til the sun come up
that’s why i f-ck with you girl
you ain’t looking for no come up
your n-gga ain’t about his money
he got zeros, i got commas
he buying drinks, i’m buying bottles
we pulling up on forgiato’s
all of my n-ggas got money
that n-gga can’t pull out a hundred

[verse 2: chris brown]
i ain’t gon’ start sh-t and a n-gga ain’t worried ’bout the homies
twerk that sh-t on me from the front to the back
i know you got a n-gga, don’t lie (don’t lie)
f-ck your boyfriend, not tonight (not tonight)
i’mma make you mine, all night (all night),
d-mn i’m on your -ss, can’t hide it
cause all my girls that’s in this b-tch don’t want a broke n-gga, no
all they wanna do smoke and drink and they know what i’m thinking
she choosing, choosing, to f-ck with a fly n-gga (yeah)
your b-tch about to change up (oh), i’m the truth, you a lie, n-gga

[hook: chris brown]
she don’t think that i can change (yeah)
so i switched from a benz to a range, oh (i did)
first cl-ss to the jet, yeah
i got more money than her ex, oh (oh, babe)
way more money than her ex, oh whoa (yeah)
and he ain’t nothing like me, girl
i done showed you sh-t you never seen, girl, oh whoa
he ain’t nothing like me, girl (oh)

[verse 3: tyga & chris brown]
more money, most money
marlon wayans, tell them n-ggas ain’t sh-t funny
tight money, sh-t too private for your plane money (b-tch!)
you coach money, i toast crumbs, loaf running
rich n-gga, alpo, rich porter
i’m ceo, plus i f-cked his granddaughter
i do sh-t you think about on the toilet
my cup over-running, flowing like fiji water
and my new b-tch sorta like an alcoholic
b-tch my new car, call that b-tch “whatchamacallit”
t-raw, yeah, got p-ssy calling
ohb l-k, only balling
i came with the tooth filler
in case a n-gga wanna score a round with me, n-gga
true sh-t, trill n-gga
put down my hard hat, drill b-tches, f-ck with me

[hook: chris brown]
she don’t think that i can change (she don’t think that i)
so i switched from a benz to a range, oh
first cl-ss to the jet, yeah
i got more money than her ex, oh
way more money than her ex, oh whoa (oh, babe, oh)
and he ain’t nothing like me, girl
i done showed you sh-t you never seen, girl, oh whoa (i done showed you sh-t)
he ain’t nothing like me, girl
she don’t think that i can change
so i switched from a benz to a range, oh
first cl-ss to the jet, yeah
i got more money than her ex, oh
way more money than her ex, oh whoa
and he ain’t nothing like me, girl
i done showed you sh-t you never seen, girl, oh whoa
he ain’t nothing like me, girl

[outro: chris brown]
he ain’t nothing like me, girl
he ain’t nothing like me, girl
i done showed you sh-t you never seen, girl
he ain’t nothing like me, girl

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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