Yeah, flow stupid, this is how I do it
Maybach flow, nigga, you are in the Buick
Your girl a doodoo momma, so you know I don’t give two shits
Ain’t no grey area, I just breed them blue pits
Niggas talk tough (They do) but they don’t want it though (Nah)
Confront you to your face and then I’ll tell your man that he a ho (Ow)
Bow Wizzle, I’m as real as it get
I’m either gettin’ money (Cyeah) or bonin’ a chick
Countin’ all this money, all these bottles we poppin’ (Cyeah)
In a club with the models, got so many options
Nigga, talk your shit, yeah, they hate me, they watchin’
They know my flow ill, I be spittin’ and hawkin’, yikes
At 15, the Bentley was just a kid’s dream
Now these cuffed links got me speakin’ like I’m European
A hundred thousand packed at the show in Manila
Then I’m down in Africa where the kids are the killers
Got a mind of a king but a heart of a gorilla
You can imitate but ain’t nobody realer
Yeah, I’m countin’ all this money, milli for the Bugatti (Cyeah)
And my girl ass thick like Buffy the body (Fuck ’em)
And which one I’ma choose? I think her with the boobs (Come on)
I keep paper like the kid in elementary school (Aw, ha ha)
You know I’m smokin’ on the finest, G5 to the islands
I’m too fly, yeah, it’s like I’m on autopilot (Yeah)
Man, stop it, I’m way outta your league (Yeah)
See it’ll take a lifetime to spend all this cheese
I got a new bitch for everyday of the week (I do)
Suck a nigga off ’til I’m fast asleep
You know them riders is with us, take it back to the hood
Screamin’, “Father forgive us,” all my killers, what’s good?
You know my flow is like murder, gon’ give me a sentence
Got too many bars, you think I’m buildin’ a prison
Anythin’ that I sing is a hit, car collision
How you got all that mouth and your heart is missin’?
Stop playin’ with me, y’all lames to me (Cyeah)
Me and Chris got our weight up (Cyeah)
Better get your cake up
Like G&C, get your weight up (Aw)
Must step when I want new cars every month (Hey)
Ain’t out front, y’all niggas in a slump (Hey)
We the hottest doin’ it
Don’t front, better act like you know what’s up
Confident Swagger and Unapologetic Bravado
“2 Young 2 Give A Fuck” finds Chris Brown channeling his signature bravado, painting a vivid picture of success, luxury, and untouchable confidence. The lyrics are laced with references to high-end cars, designer lifestyles, and an unshakeable self-assurance that sets him apart from the competition. Brown’s wordplay blends humor and edge, while the verses boast about his accomplishments and the envy they inspire. There’s a playful, yet confrontational tone throughout, as he addresses critics and asserts his dominance both in the music industry and in life.
Material Wealth and Unapologetic Realness
The song doesn’t shy away from showcasing material success—mentioning Bentleys, Bugattis, and lavish nights out—yet it also nods to deeper themes of authenticity and loyalty. Brown positions himself as a self-made figure, unbothered by negativity and grounded by his roots. The recurring motif of “not giving a fuck” is more than mere bravado; it’s a declaration of freedom from societal expectations and detractors.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Release Year: Not specified
- Label: Not specified
- Songwriters: Not specified