I got way too many lives I done died a hundred times Started from the other side Now we on the better side Sold a mil' in shows Niggas said I sold my soul When the money call my phone My nigga I gotta go The truth is naked, strip it The mula romantic, I kiss it Dripping wet, fish it I do it, I don't want no permission I do it, I don't want no permission I do it, I don't want no permission Fuck who I want, I am pimping Cash in my pocket, I'm limping I do it, I don't want no permission This is the money Olympics I call my niggas my siblings I call your niggas my bitches I call Runtown Sprint-town Me and him run up, drip down I did what you couldn't, you pissed now I tell her, diamond go Chris Brown Yeah!