Bunkin’ Songtext
von Chris Brown X Tyga

Chris Brown]
Where my real bitches at?
100, keep that shit 100
100

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 told her hide out in?
My truck jumping
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

My bitch fine


Got your main bitch on my side, on time
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 told her hide out in?
My truck jumping
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
Now don′t it feel great


When you ride through the hood? Bill Gates
Super bad bitch
Make a home girl hate
I make a hundred Gs
Even if not? brain on fire
Nigga 14 years in the game
Bang on the pussy?
Stop playing with the pussy?

I'm right back in my bunkin′
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 told her hide out in?
My truck jumping
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