Ayy
Pinky ring worth ’bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that’s drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can’t trust these hoes ’cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon’ slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that’s a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin’ on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin’ off the top, that’s a freestyle
Ayy, I’m ’bout to run it up
I’m ’bout to pull up in that motherfuckin’ Bentley truck (Ayy)
Got some bad bitches and they ’bout to fuck it up (Ayy)
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
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
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth ’bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that’s drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can’t trust these hoes ’cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon’ slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that’s a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin’ on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin’ off the top, that’s a freestyle
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
It’s your birthday (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 (First place)
It’s Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (Ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth ’bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that’s drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can’t trust these hoes ’cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon’ slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that’s a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin’ on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin’ off the top, that’s a freestyle
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 (Ahh)
Bad bitch (Bad), walked in (Walked), her friends locked in (Yeah)
Top ten (Woah), toxic I am, yes, ma’am (Yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin’ on you, I might have to kick them out ’cause
It’s your birthday (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, yeah)
You should be throwin’ that back in the first place (First place)
It’s Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth ’bout two-fifty (Two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that’s drippy (Yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Tipsy, yeah)
Can’t trust these hoes ’cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon’ slide now (I know, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that’s a vibe now (Vibe, ooh, ayy)
Ballin’ on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin’ off the top, that’s a freestyle (Freestyle)
Decoding the Vibe: Luxury, Party, and Trust Issues
Chris Brown’s “Iffy” is a high-energy anthem that immerses listeners in a world of opulence, nightlife, and unfiltered bravado. The lyrics paint vivid scenes of extravagant parties, luxury cars, and diamond jewelry, reflecting Brown’s signature flair for the glamorous. Amidst the celebration, the recurring theme of trust—or the lack thereof—emerges, as Brown expresses skepticism about the intentions of those around him. The repeated mention of not trusting “hoes ’cause they iffy” highlights his guarded approach to relationships in the fast-paced, temptation-filled lifestyle he leads.
Celebration and Self-Assurance
The track’s infectious chorus doubles as a birthday party anthem, encouraging everyone to celebrate regardless of the occasion. Brown’s confident delivery, combined with clever sports references and playful wordplay, infuses the song with a sense of dominance and self-assuredness. At its core, “Iffy” is both a celebration of success and a reminder to stay wary in a world where loyalty can be fleeting.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Eric Bellinger, OG Parker, Smash David, Naz, RoccStar
- Release Year: 2022
- Label: RCA Records