Chris Brown - Bomb (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Chris Brown] 
All my ladies put ya hands up 
All my ladies put ya hands up 
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb-bomb 
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb 

Oh me, oh my, body like a monster 
Let me get inside if ya booty I'ma conquer 
If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer 
Girl you got that good good 
I already know 
Tell it by your size 
I know you a dancer 
Rein-derierre, I'ma call you Prancer 
Booty paparaz, pose for the camera 

All my ladies if you got it let me know 
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha 
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker 
Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece 
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave 

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb 
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb 

[Wiz Khalifa] 
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas 
Heard that you the shit, girl we should blow up together 
Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11 
I'm just tryna beat it up, he could it acapella 
We should go back to my crib, thats what I'ma tell her 
Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous 
Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella 
Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest 
Tell the waiters we gon need more cases 

And when you think the money's gone we spending more faces 
She with homeboy, but she want this 
6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz 

[Chris Brown] 
She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother 
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker 
Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece 
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave 

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb 
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb 

Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby 
I'm in that black Bugatti 
and I off that carlo Rossi 
I with thta Taylor Posse 
These ladies wanna party 
And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey 
So hold up n-gga, stop me 
All these haters watch me 
I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me cocky 
Any stage or any beat you know I'ma body 
And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shotty 

She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother 
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker 
Apple looking so right, she make me want a piece 
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave 

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb 
Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb 
Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb