Side B**ch-Ray J

[Chorus: Chris Brown] You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah Girl, that's why you my side b**ch Give your a** to all them niggas I just wanna f**k, no love Say you love me, b**ch, you lying Give your a** to all them niggas She's sexy, I want that I know she been leadin' me on He gave her a bottle of Rosé Watch that b**ch turn off her phone She sneaky, can't believe Anything that comes out her lips Girl, that's why you my side b**ch That's why you my side b**ch [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Look, I'm takin' shots of D'USSÉ Te-tellin' me you love me, better watch what you say Bi-b**ch, you a bird, I got a flock of groupies Lo-lo-lookin' for the money, b**ch, I ball, I'm too paid What you, what you mean I ain't never committin'? Every ni**a in LA to hit it I ain't, I ain't throwin' no shade, lil' mama got amazin' titties Big booty but her brain is missin' Let me paint the picture Says she, says she couldn't see me tonight, had to go to work Had to get her weight up 4-45 minutes later, seen the b**ch in the club with another ni**a laid up (laid up) With her triflin' a**, I guess this hoe all about her paper I'm-I'm-I'ma do me, I-I-I told her don't do me no favors Thinkin' 'bout wildin' out, then the DJ startin' shoutin' me out Yeah, I'm finna send my niggas to the b**ch crib While she f**kin' my niggas, runnin' the house Huh, I need to cool down, ni**a Call myself Brown, you that ni**a Get up off that mob sh*t A ni**a can't really be mad about a side b**ch, ha [Chorus: Chris Brown] You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah Girl, that's why you my side b**ch Give your a** to all them niggas I just wanna f**k, no love Say you love me, b**ch, you lying Give your a** to all them niggas She's sexy, I want that I know she been leadin' me on He gave her a bottle of Rosé Watch that b**ch turn off her phone She sneaky, can't believe Anything that comes out her lips Girl, that's why you my side b**ch That's why you my side b**ch [Verse 2: Ray J] I-I-I got a lot of freaky reasons Why-why I call you my side chick, I-I-I call you my side chick (side chick) I-I f**k you every other season (si-si-side chick, oh yeah) Ba-baby, you too much trouble for a ni**a to be in (si-si-side chick) Why does that p**sy feel so good? (So f**king good) A f**ked up position for a ni**a to be in She got so much motivation, my side b**ch Pu-pu-p**sy good and hella tight A f**ked up position for a ni**a to be in Girl, we be f**kin' this b**ch 'til she hate it Bottom b**ches kinda crazy Too much trouble for a ni**a to be in Si-si-side b**ch tryna have my babies [Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ray J)] You ain't nothing but trouble, yeah, yeah (ooh, woah) Girl, that's why you my side b**ch (th-th-that's why you my side b**ch) Give your a** to all them niggas (all my niggas) I just wanna f**k, no love (f**k, no love) Say you love me, b**ch, you lying Give your a** to all them niggas (oh, wanna let the homies get it) She's sexy, I want that I know she been leadin' me on (and I know she been leadin' me on) He gave her a bottle of Rosé (of Rosé) Watch that b**ch turn off her phone She sneaky, can't believe Anything that comes out her lips (can't believe anything that this b**ch talking 'bout) Girl, that's why you my side b**ch (that's why) That's why you my side b**ch (that's why you my side b**ch) [Outro: Ray J] Yeah, ooh, that's why That's why, that's why