Uh, a hundred thou’, three kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, tomorrow you in the sequel
It’s big dollars fuckin’ with this big screen
Shit done got crazy on the side lately, tell her don’t scream
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis’, model for me in that lingerie
Diamonds covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown penthouse, see the city sleep
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my aesthetics, I love they ass clappin’
It’s all sex, we do it the best on the West
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
SLR ordered, that bitch comin’ tomorrow
King shit, them red robes
What you think you out here for? So come on
I see you working that, baby (Yeah)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (Ha ha)
Tonight we tryna freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it’s a threesome (Yeah, let’s do it), yeah
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon’ have a good time
It’s a party (Yeah)
Oh yeah, girl, it’s a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
Look, Virginia nigga on a California king size (Yeah)
Pull your panties to the left, let a G slide
Bonnie & Clyde, ride or die, that’s what you need right?
Her daddy OG, she grew up on the Eastside
Bumpin’ and humpin’ like it’s nothin’, feel like a asthmatic
69 her favorite, that’s simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clappin’
A nigga lookin’ surprised, she got my name tatted (Oh-oh-oh)
She a fan, fuck any nigga affiliated
Went from drug dealin’ to sports, this bitch don’ graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I’ma spend it all, shit, I’m just playin’, baby
A 100k for the strippers, just me and my niggas
After that, we party with bitches and sippin’ on liquor
In LA, them niggas let them texts fly
Shit, that’s how we do it on the Westside, ha!
(Oh yeah)
I see you working that, baby (Yeah, baby)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (Fucked up)
Tonight we tryna freak some (Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it’s a threesome, yeah
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon’ have a good time (Yeah)
It’s a party
Oh yeah, girl, it’s a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
If you ready, just give me a sign, girl
‘Cause that body looks amazing, girl
And I’m ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a chance
Girl, I’m falling in love tonight (Uh, tonight)
My hand up your thigh (Your thigh)
I see you don’t give a fuck tonight (Tonight)
Girl, show you right (Show you right)
Let’s not waste our time (Uh), like it’s a nine-to-five (Don’t wanna waste time)
Me and you, both together
We getting freaky on the Westside
(And girl, I see you)
I see you working that, baby (Yeah, baby)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (Yeah-ah-ah)
Tonight we tryna freak some (Gettin’ fucked up)
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it’s a threesome (It’s a, ha ha), yeah
(So tell me)
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon’ have a good time (We gon’ have a good time, turn up)
It’s a party (Yeah)
Oh yeah, girl, it’s a party
So bring your ass to the Westside
Exploring the Vibe of “Westside”
“Westside” by Chris Brown is a celebration of luxury, desire, and West Coast nightlife. The song’s lyrics paint a picture of excess and sensuality, with Brown blending smooth vocals and bold storytelling. References to high-end living, wild parties, and intimate encounters set the scene, as he invites listeners into his world of penthouses, jewelry, and late-night escapades. The recurring chorus urges a love interest to experience the thrill of the Westside, promising unforgettable fun and freedom. Brown’s confident swagger and playful tone capture the essence of California’s glamorous party culture, making this track an anthem for those seeking adventure and excitement.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriters: Chris Brown
- Release Year: 2024