Iffy Lyrics by Chris Brown

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Aye! Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy
I know that your best friend gon' slide now
Party at my house, that's a vibe now
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now
She spittin' off the top
That's a freestyle

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that
Motherfuckin' Bentley truck
Got some bad bitches and
They 'bout to fuck it up
And we takin' shit over
Just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man
I put that on my mama and shit
Twenty-four on the jersey
Just for Mamba and shit
Vince Carter on the beat
I put my arm through the rim

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air
If it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday (Birthday)
You should be throwin'
That back in the first place
It's Breezy
I know you heard of me

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy
I know that your best friend gon' slide now
Party at my house, that's a vibe now
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now
She spittin' off the top
That's a freestyle

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I'm about to turn it up, a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, flight overseas
I don't know where your girl at, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on yo' bitch
Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit
Yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl
Lookin' real temptin'
The way you make it clap
Tonight I might tap that

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air
If it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday (Birthday)
You should be throwin'
That back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy
I know that your best friend gon' slide now
Party at my house, that's a vibe now
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now
She spittin' off the top
That's a freestyle

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Yeah, let's play
Your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake
I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty
Bad bitch (Bad), walked in (Walked)
Her friends locked in (Yeah)
Top ten (Woah)
Toxic I am, yes, ma'am
And if they hatin' on you
I might have to kick them out 'cause

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air
If it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday (yeah)
You should be throwin'
That back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy
Can't trust these hoes
'cause they iffy
I know that your best friend gon' slide now
Party at my house
That's a vibe now
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now
She spittin' off the top
That's a freestyle