Bunkin'
Chris Brown Lyrics


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Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

(I don't know if you know how it feel
To ride down Sunset, watching the sunset
California, Los Angeles nigga, what's happenin' though?)
My bitch grind
My boo not know I'm thugging, from the Slums
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
Fuck it months
Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I got my motherfucking J's on
Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
Come back to L.A., fight my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fucking bitches like yo misses
Flip em' like the case of raw
Back to business flipping digits
Splitting switches with my niggas
Came from nothing, from nothing to something
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
Coming out the county jail smell like public
Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'

She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

Now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a home girl hate
Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Living proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
And I ain't gon' stop
Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
From aside when I rhymed thinkin' ain't no Glock
Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Racks on the air, think it ain't gonna drop
Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
Men with me too, but the game don't lie
Still up to the same old shit
Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't know shit
Stop playing with the pussy you know you dont want this
Shot the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
In public, it's nothing
I'm right back in my bucket
Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

Make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it, this that early morning tap that wet, wet
You know a nigga love breakfast, Imma bite that
Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at
Counting all of that, fuck all them other niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
That's a matter fact, get on my lap
Put you on the map, took you out the trap
From my condo to a large estate, got double gates
If I catch a case would you wait on me
And build me up again, if so

Yeah my niggas thuggin'
Poppin' rubber-bands
Money in my hand, double cuppin'
With that Sprite mix it with Zan
We some Zombies here to tonight, slow motion yo bitch choosin'
She said "don't they call you Breezy?"
I told that bitch "I'm coolin'"
100 million dollars, got a hundred on my chain
She got a million dollar body, with a hundred dollar brain
Yeah your booty like a pumpkin

And my bitch she be bunkin'

My bitch she bunkin'
She went from nothing now she somthing
My bitch bunkin'
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin'
I taught her how to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga




I throw that cash in the air
This shit feel great, my nigga

Overall Meaning

The song "Bunkin'" by Chris Brown, Tyga, Jay 305, and T.I. talks about the good life that comes with making it in the hood. The lyrics talk about how a girlfriend went from nothing to something and is now the rapper's main girl. They also talk about how the trap is booming, and the rapper's girlfriend is bringing in cash just how he wants it. The lyrics are a representation of how the rappers have made it out of difficult situations, and they are living the high life that comes with success.


The song captures the essence of the lifestyle that hip-hop culture portrays, glamorizing money, drugs, and sex. The lyrics also reinforce stereotypes about the hood, such as drug dealing, gang violence, and a lack of education. Despite this, the catchy beat and fast-paced lyrics make it a popular anthem in clubs and parties.


One interesting fact about "Bunkin'" is that the song was included in Chris Brown and Tyga's collaborative album "Fan of a Fan: The Album," which was released in 2015. The album was a commercial success, debuting at number seven on the US Billboard 200 chart. Another interesting fact is that the song features Jay 305 and T.I., both of whom are also successful hip-hop artists.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, my bitch she bunkin'
My girlfriend is doing very well for herself.


She went from nothing now she somthing
She came from humble beginnings and now she is successful.


My bitch bunkin'
My girlfriend is very successful.


She only clap that ass for me
She only twerks for me.


I taught her how to whip a key
I taught her how to cook and package drugs.


Now my trap jumpin'
Now my drug business is booming.


She bring that dough to me how I want it
She brings me money in the denominations I prefer, such as fifties and hundreds.


Money is money, my nigga
No matter the amount, money is still valuable.


Even small stacks
Even a small amount of money is useful.


We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga
We are very busy and successful at the moment, so others may have to wait for our attention.


I throw that cash in the air
I throw my money in the air to celebrate my success.


This shit feel great, my nigga
I feel amazing about my life and career at the moment.


My bitch grind
My girlfriend works very hard.


My boo not know I'm thugging, from the Slums
My lover is not aware that I am involved in criminal activities.


She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns
She knows that I am involved in dangerous activities, but is supportive.


Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks
I haven't seen my probation officer in weeks.


Fuck it months
I haven't seen my probation officer in months, but I don't care.


Told her hold my spot down I'm on the run
I told her to hold down my place while I am avoiding the police.


I got my motherfucking J's on
I am wearing my Jordans (a type of shoe).


Finna hit Arkansas get these OXYs off
I am going to Arkansas to sell oxycodone pills.


Come back to L.A., fight my case
I will return to Los Angeles to deal with my criminal case.


Where I'm from it's bang or ball
In my hometown, you either join a gang or play basketball.


Fucking bitches like yo misses
I am having sex with women, including your girlfriend.


Flip em' like the case of raw
I am selling women like I sell drugs.


Back to business flipping digits
I am back to making money, whether it be selling drugs or pimping women.


Splitting switches with my niggas
I'm dividing profits with my friends.


Came from nothing, from nothing to something
We started with nothing and built ourselves up to be successful.


Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thugging
My mother knows the hardship I've been through and the dangerous activities I am involved in.


Coming out the county jail smell like public
When I leave jail, I smell like a public restroom.


Yo momma love it, got your main bitch
Your mother loves me, and I have your girlfriend.


On my side on time, nigga my bitch she bunkin'
My girlfriend is loyal and always there for me when I need her.


Now don't it feel great
Isn't it great?


When you ride through the hood when you known as Bill Gates
It feels great to ride through the neighborhood with so much success and wealth.


With a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
And to have a very attractive woman next to me in a Lamborghini convertible.


Make a home girl hate
It makes other women jealous.


Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
I am a drug dealer who makes up to $250,000 a day.


Living proof that selling drugs on the corner still pay
I am proof that selling drugs on the street can still be very profitable.


I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
I make $100,000 but spend $40,000 on kilos of drugs.


Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case
I save the rest of the money in case I get in serious legal trouble.


And I ain't gon' stop
And I won't stop.


Teaching you the shit that you ain't know about
I am going to teach you things you don't know about, like drug dealing.


From aside when I rhymed thinkin' ain't no Glock
When I rap, you might not think I carry a firearm like a Glock.


Stop cuffing that bitch, like she ain't no thot
Stop trying to settle down with that woman who sleeps with everyone.


Racks on the air, think it ain't gonna drop
I am throwing money in the air, but it won't stop.


Even if not, bet the brain on fire
Even if I don't make it rain money, I'll still light my brain on fire (with drugs or alcohol).


Nigga 14 years I remain on fire
I have been successful and popular for 14 years now.


Men with me too, but the game don't lie
My male friends are also with me, and the street life is truthful.


Still up to the same old shit
I am still involved in criminal activities.


Bang on the pussy nigga they ain't know shit
I'll attack any weak men who speak negatively about me or my actions.


Stop playing with the pussy you know you dont want this
Stop pretending like you don't want to have sex with this woman.


Shot the fuck down or yo ass gon get it
I'll shoot anyone who crosses me.


In public, it's nothing
I don't care who sees my violent or sexual behavior.


I'm right back in my bucket
I'm back in my car or vehicle.


Ain't what you do it's how you does it and we does it cuzin
It's not what you do, it's how you do it, and we do it well.


Make me harder, miss your daughter
You make me feel powerful, I miss having sex with your daughter.


She just wanna lay and party
She just wants to have sex and party.


Be my naughty girl in college
Be my sexy girl while you're in college.


Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
I am tired of having sex with you all the time.


Wake up on it, this that early morning tap that wet, wet
Wake up and have sex with me, which will make you wet.


You know a nigga love breakfast, Imma bite that
I love having sex in the morning, I'll eat you out.


Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at
I have money hidden in my mattress.


Counting all of that, fuck all them other niggas
Counting my money, I don't care about other people.


They don't know what to do with all that
They don't know how to handle so much money.


That's a matter fact, get on my lap
Actually, get on my lap (for sex).


Put you on the map, took you out the trap
I made you famous and removed you from a dangerous situation.


From my condo to a large estate, got double gates
I went from living in a smaller space to a large, gated estate.


If I catch a case would you wait on me
If I get in trouble with the law, will you stay with me?


And build me up again, if so
Will you help me rebuild my life?


Yeah my niggas thuggin'
Me and my friends are involved in criminal activities.


Poppin' rubber-bands
We are popping rubber-bands (practicing handling large amounts of cash).


Money in my hand, double cuppin'
We have money in our hands and are drinking from two cups at once (possibly filled with lean, a drug concoction).


With that Sprite mix it with Zan
We mix Sprite with codeine (active ingredient in lean) and xanax (a benzodiazepine).


We some Zombies here to tonight, slow motion yo bitch choosin'
We are like zombies, high on drugs and moving slowly while your woman is deciding which of us to have sex with.


She said "don't they call you Breezy?"
Your woman asked if I am Chris Brown (who often goes by Breezy).


I told that bitch "I'm coolin'"
I told her that she doesn't need to worry about my nickname or identity.


100 million dollars, got a hundred on my chain
I have $100 million and a $100,000 chain (jewelry).


She got a million dollar body, with a hundred dollar brain
Your girlfriend has an amazing body but is not very intelligent.


Yeah your booty like a pumpkin
Your girlfriend's butt looks like a pumpkin.


And my bitch she be bunkin'
And my girlfriend is very successful.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER MAURICE BROWN, CLIFFORD JOSEPH HARRIS, DAVID DORMAN, JAMES STEWART, JAY CUMMINGS, JESS REED JACKSON, MICHAEL STEVENSON

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