"Brad Pitt" lyrics

Ooh, ayy
Fight, fight, fight club
Yeah, yeah
(Woah, Kenny)

Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, ooh
Think I'm Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt, bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt
Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt, bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt

The curious case of Benjamin Button
My money get newer each time I get older
I got a chip on my shoulder
Ocean's Eleven, MAC-11 make you play with your life
By the sea, let you die
Throw you in the water, baby, we keep it mafia
Interview with the vampire, money ball it up
Run callin' up, burn after reading if we don't wanna see it
Twelve monkeys on my back, that's where I keep all the weed
Baby, it's harvest season
Baby know I be cokin' and leanin'
Project nigga, demon seemin'
Killin' them softly, it's like them with the sleepers
I'm with the Mexican, California peoples, ooh
Ocean's Thirteen, bitch, I'm a genius
Ocean's Twelve on the penis, she gon' gamble with her life
Megamind how you thinkin'
Big brain, big big brain
Ooh, smooth criminal
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Jackson, yeah

Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, ooh
Think I'm Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt, bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt
Brad Pitt
Think I'm Brad Pitt, bitch I think I'm Brad Pitt

Ooh, ayy, ayy, ohh
Yuh, what
Yuh, yuh, yeah