Bobby Brown (feat. Foreign Dre) Video (MV)

I be on the block
Feelin' like the man
Pocket full of grams, hunnit's in a rubber band
Posted on the strip
Hand on my dick
Gun on my waste, tryin' holla at bitch (Whitney Houston if the price smooth)
Cause every little step I take, I'm talkin every little step I take
(Bobby Brown with the dance moves)
Every little step I take, every little step I take
Gold chains, gold chains all danglin'
Mix anything with the inositol is the recipe
Package stamp with the chinese lettering
Powder for ya face like maybe it's Maybelline
Late night dirty kitchen at the Great Wall
Fried rice, fried chicken with the duck sauce
She don't listen to the boy I'm no good for her
But they don't care, bitches love them a hood n***a
Gun in the dresser she like her ass smacked
Send dope money for her nail thru the Cashapp
All pussy got power, that's a Snapple fact
Every time I see a Pyrex I catch a flashback
Whoa
Drug dealer drug dealer, we gettin it out the pot ain't suckin dick to sell records
Whoa
Drug dealer drug dealer, new number ever month we don't keep no phone records
I be on the block
Feelin' like the man
Pocket full of grams, hunnit's in a rubber band
Posted on the strip
Hand on my dick
Gun on my waste, tryin' holla at bitch (Whitney Houston if the price smooth)
Cause every little step I take, I'm talkin every little step I take
(Bobby Brown with the dance moves)
Every little step I take, every little step I take
Check, I been told you I'm the man drip like IV
All these flex arm emoji's couldn't flex like me
They couldn't spend it, just to get that check back like me
The pack fresher than the horse on that new white tee, yeah
Shawty lookin like a model on my arm yeah
Put her on my chain, got her swinging like a charm yeah
Lips on Topanga, hips like Minaj
Sex drive like a Ferrari so I f*cked her in the car (to my song)
See I'll probably do the crime but wouldn't talk about it
They fake thugging for a status just to talk about it
My n****s thugging for a living, ain't no but about it
See a op dressed in all designer, better come up out it
We them n****s off the porch ya momma warned you about
That food stamps ain't hittin' gotta figure it out
Guns drawn, stain gang n****s run in ya house
But if you bragging on yo pockets, we ganna run in yo mouth n***a
I be on the block
Feelin' like the man
Pocket full of grams, hunnit's in a rubber band
Posted on the strip
Hand on my dick
Gun on my waste, tryin' holla at bitch (Whitney Houston if the price smooth)
Cause every little step I take, I'm talkin every little step I take
(Bobby Brown with the dance moves)
Every little step I take, every little step I take