Hol’ up
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Ha!
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Woo)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Woo)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Yeah)
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Ha!)
Pull up, nigga creepin’
Colder than a motherfucker, guess it’s ho season (Bitch!)
Shawty 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 (Ha)
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 can tell you be freakin’
‘Cause you poppin’ Miley Cyrus and you twerkin’ with your eyes closed (Ha)
Go figure, skinny nigga with a suit on
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Bunch of bad bitches, yeah, they like me, nigga, who don’t?
Drop top, everythin’, we party like the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (Brap!)
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, huh
I’m tore up, feelin’ like I’m ’bout to throw up
One night with me, this bitch about to blow up
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don’t)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Ha ha)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Ha!)
Ain’t shit but model bitches over here
I’m a nigga with money, bitch, let’s make that clear
You hear 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, yeah, he my closest friend (Bitch)
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
I take that pussy and ransom it, Mel Gibson that
When I hit the block, better have your banger (Blaow!)
That’s my babe, she don’t talk to strangers (Nope!)
She fold it closed, we ain’t gon’ ever hang
Beat the box like manana-bing (Ha), manana-bang-bang-bang
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Right, woo)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Right, yeah)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don’t)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Ha ha)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
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 (Bitch)
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 bought her head
She don’t give a fuck about nothin’ but her bread
But when I dance in that pussy, do the runnin’ man
While all these other niggas fuckin’ with Juwanna Mann
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
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Right)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor (Man, don’t)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo (Ha ha)
Man, don’t play with the pussy like a banjo
And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor
Breaking Down the Party Anthem
“Banjo” by Chris Brown is an unapologetically bold and playful track that brings club energy to the forefront. The lyrics revolve around flirtation, lavish lifestyles, and nightlife escapades, using the banjo as a metaphor for not toying with intimacy. Chris Brown’s signature bravado shines through, blending humor and swagger with references to partying, luxury, and sensual encounters. The repeated hook serves as both a warning and a rallying call to let loose on the dance floor, making it an infectious addition to any party playlist.
Interpretation and Style
Chris Brown uses vivid imagery and rhythmic wordplay to paint a picture of a night out filled with confidence, attraction, and high energy. The verses play with contrasts—mixing playful advances with moments of self-assured coolness. The narrative positions the artist as both a participant and an observer in the nightlife scene, highlighting themes of desire, money, and fleeting connections. The production, driven by Mustard’s signature beat, amplifies the song’s celebratory and provocative mood.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Producer: Mustard
- Release Year: 2024