Can't Fight lyrics

My gun, my crew lit

New chain, new chopsticks

Huh, new bitch, she topless

Ass and it's all out, don't act like you know me

Ain't nobody ever did shit for me

I had to get it on my own

Just gimme the cash, gimme the dollars

Before I start actin' a ass and givin' you problems

Shut the fuck up and gimme the juice, huh

I stalled it, you noticed

Hocus pocus, roll this

I ain't do too well when I lose, huh

Watch me, honest, bitch, I promise

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, loot, loot

Walk 'round, I got bodies on me

Who the boss givin' orders? (Yeah)

And you lames ain't 'bout to body any

Turn into, turn into reporters

All on camera, you wanna record us

Never sayin' that shit to my face

Take no sleep on minimum wage

How you hate on a nigga that's paid?

That's right

I do my thing, you don't see this thing, all this ice

Chopper bang, yeah, anything on sight

I'ma spark it, send you to the stars tonight

Fuck it I'm giving your bitch

Yeah, can't fight, can't fight, can't fight (I know the message)

Who you playin' with? Can't fight

I said I know the message

These boundaries, niggas overstepped it

Can't have Mayweather's attitude with Adrian Broner's record

It's the situation, niggas who can't fight the niggas hatin'

'Cause I'm doin' songs with the Michael Jack' of my generation (And that's a fact)

I bleed blue Mister Me Too

It's bullshit thinkin' you Mike could be Jordan

Got you feelin' like you Creed, too (Let me catch that)

But you can't box too since the sandbox

Breezy said it was beef, hopped in the lamb chop and skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

It's overtime, we put in work, work, work

Get at your bitch, tell her come here and maker her slurp, slurp, slurp (haha)

I still got niggas hatin', rattin', givin' statements, leakin' information

My wrist defines what is icey minus the Immigration

I'ma be funky with you, I got a low-key issue

I ain't homies with you so fuck fightin', metal clip like Yoshi Mitsu (boom boom boom)

Head shots, extendo and red dots

But I could put the gun down and fight like a man

That's word to Craig pops

I do my thing, you don't see this thing, all this ice

Chopper bang, yeah, anything on sight

I'ma spark it, send you to the stars tonight

Fuck it I'm giving your bitch

• Artist:Chris Brown