Chris Brown feat. Berner, Wiz Khalifa & Big K.R.I.T. - Yoko

[Berner] 
Bust a couple bands 
Blow a 100 fast 
I just made a hundred off of 50 pay 
Where them bad Asian bitches holdin down my city at? 
Where them girls from the A with that pretty face? 
Round thing, yeah I’m on that loud thang 
Pop another bottle, shooting corks at the crowd: dang! 
Yeah, I’m a stunna, nah, I ain’t Baby tho 
Young dude with the lazy flow 
Watch all these ladies go 
Crazy when I pull up right beside em 
I do a buck 30, I’m just into flying 
I smell like dirty money, plus this cookie that I’m lighting 
Bucket’s full of ice and bottles with fire inside em 

[Hook] 
Call em Yoko Ono 
Only ride solo 
Mission for the dolo 
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive 
She’s a man eater, ski mask diva 
She might up ‘n leave you, but you can never leave her 
You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her 
Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either.. 
I Call her Yoko Ono 

[Chris Brown] 
Look, got a boatload of them Asian hoes 
On vacation steady bakin with Jamaican hoes 
I got cash boy, I don’t care what you makin ho 
50 thousand on my wrist: I’m feedin eskimos 
Damn! Put VA on this shit 
Buy 100 f-ckin bottles, let em spray in this bitch 
My money flow real long, I do relays in this bitch 
And you know I kill songs, it’s Burner, CB & Wiz 
Alrighty now, ha, look at me, rose, I’m on nigga 
15 grand on a what, That’s just my phone, nigga 
Northern California, where blunts look like cones, nigga 
Two up, two down, make that switch, yeah 

[Hook] 
Call em Yoko Ono 
Only ride solo 
Mission for the dolo 
One look in her eyes, she’ll eat you alive 
She’s a man eater, ski mask diva 
She might leave you, but you can never leave her 
You ain’t never had someone, you can never keep her 
Tricking on the next man, he can’t have her either.. 
Call her Yoko Ono 

[Wiz Khalifa] 
Shades on, Polo white T 
Me leaving here alone? That’s unlikely 
Not a stoner bitch, but she like me 
Tryna get that final cut like Spike Lee 
I jack them hoes, direct them hoes 
Take ‘em home and let them hoes go live out their fantasies 
They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed 
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas 
Out the back, as ain’t no tags when I’m shopping 
And my bad filled with options so don’t ask what it cost 
I’m in a Maserati coupe going so fast that I lost ‘em 
And my bitch got so much swag that these bad bitches on us 
Ah! Killing y’all, pow! (dag) get a a coffin