[Chris Brown]
All my ladies put ya hands up
All my ladies put ya hands up
If tu got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know tu got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if tu that bomb-bomb
Girl tu 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 pregunta bout my size, I give tu the answer
Girl tu got that good good
I already know
Tell it por your size
I know tu a dancer
Rein-derierre, I'ma call tu Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies if tu got it let me know
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
manzana, apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

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

[Wiz Khalifa]
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that tu the shit, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know tu 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 o two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous
Rolling papers like propellers blowing mozarella
Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest
Tell the waiters we gon need más cases

And when tu think the money's gone we spending más 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
manzana, apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If tu got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know tu got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if tu got bomb-bomb
Girl tu got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

Hold up kimosabe, my cuna 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, tu can call me cocky
Any stage o any beat tu 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
manzana, apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

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