Artist: Tyga & Chris Brown Album: Fan of a Fan: The Album Song: Banjo Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Tyga] Hold up {"Mustard on the beat!"} AHH~! [Chorus: Chris Brown] Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor [Chris Brown] Pull up, nigga creepin' Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's hoe season (bitch!) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you (yeah) With these lights off, give a fuck about your features I'm tryna fuck (haha) if it's one on one gimme that ISO (woo!) But if it's two of y'all, I'ma let the dice roll It's the weekend, I could tell you been freakin' Cause you poppin' Miley Cyrus and you twerkin' with your eyes closed (hah) Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on (hah) Bunch of bad bitches, yeah they like me nigga, who don't? Drop top everything, we party like the roof gone A nigga got a problem, blocka-blocka, then we move on (blap!) Tell 'em hold that If you lookin' for liquor, better lick up, my liquor zing and you know that Bitches lookin' for a sponsorship Cha-ching cause I sponsor shit, bitch I throw racks (racks~!) Fucked up, got me dancin' on the floor Tryna dance in that pussy, tell me when to go Heh, I'm tore up, feelin' like I'm 'bout to throw up One night with me, this bitch about to blow up [Chorus] - 2X [Tyga] AHH~! Ain't shit but model bitches over here I'm a nigga with money bitch, let's make that clear You here with a elf ear, hoes in stock over here And the price goin' up by the year It's a good year baby, on my blimp shit You too defensive and sensitive, that's on some mental shit No sense in lingerin', can't count on you niggas man Only count Benjamins (yep) he my closest friend My wrist's a risk, ice the bitch Like it's sprained and shit, I'm the nigga, nigga Yes he is, the flyest with three yeses is I take that pussy and ransom it - now give it some date When I hit the block, better have your banger (blaow) That's my babe, she don't talk to strangers (nope) She fold it close, we ain't gon' ever hang Beat the box like manana-bing, manana-bing-bing [Chorus] - 2X [Chris Brown] She was bomb but she wanted me to pay for it Alley-oop bitch, you know a nigga play whores I play with pussy, girl you know that I'm a playboy Clap, clap, clap then she make that booty make noise (beitch~!) Man, she make that ass wobble like a monster Twerk somethin', hurt somethin', damn, I'ma need a doctor A bitch with some real hair straight up out the projects And she turn her phone off from all them niggas she be dodgin' She ain't +Loyal+, I brought her head She don't give a fuck about nothin' but her bread But when I dance in that pussy, do the running man While all these other niggas fuckin' with Juwanna Man I'm throwin' all of this money and I'm advancin' these strippers I got my hand on the pussy, she got her hand on my zipper She started goin' to work, my shit got hard as a missile Then she said she had a twin, I started fuckin' her sister [Chorus] - 2X