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conversations.value: Write me a song called I Bet with the following description: In “I Bet,” Chris and Tyga team up with 50 Cent to deliver a braggadocious track about showing no mercy to their opposition—whether it be taking their girls or opening fire on them. In each verse, they spit about their wealth, jewelry, cars, and women-snatching abilities, with 50 also alluding to his gang affiliation.
  “I Bet” was first teased in January 2015 when 50 shared a snap of the trio in the studio with the caption, “You already know what it is.” The track marks the first collaboration between Chris and 50, and Tyga and 50. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet
  'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet
  Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
  Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
  No sympathy for you niggas
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Ho, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
  Ballin' like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich
  Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
  Your bitch look like Sheneneh, uh-uh, oh my goodness
  It's 500, that be the block
  Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
  Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
  Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
  Hol' up, I'm gettin' money, boy
  Your girl want me 'cause I got them toys
  'Raris and them Bentleys and Aventadors
  Double-decker buses and them private jets, I spend it on
  Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
  Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous, I'm a pervert
  I be in that pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervix
  Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
  'Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Tyga
  ]
  Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet (
  Yeah
  )
  Because she wanna be on TV with a nigga (
  With a nigga
  ), I bet (
  Haha
  )
  Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
  Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
  No sympathy for you niggas
  [Verse 2: Tyga]
  I-I-I got a hunnid on it (Ha)
  She ain't faithful to you, nigga (Nah)
  Word around town, you know thots get around
  Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie (Homie)
  I give a fuck what you know, makes no sense, you ho
  Rolls gas, Royce pedal, pockets on roseo
  R-Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
  So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch (Yeah)
  Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
  I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
  Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
  I'm slayin', she taste it, she swallowed, she's wasted (Ah)
  F-Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
  It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it (Cyeah)
  Come again, I replay it (Cyeah)
  Speed it up, I'm speed racer (Cyeah)
  Bet if you catch her lyin', she gon' reverse it 'cause [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Tyga
  , 
  50 Cent
  ]
  Shawty wanna leave with a nigga (
  Ha
  ), I bet
  (Yeah, got your ass, bitch)
  'Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga (
  Woop
  ), I bet (
  Ha
  )
  Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
  Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas (
  Yeah
  )
  No sympathy for you niggas (
  50
  )
  [Verse 3: 50 Cent]
  I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave
  We only fuck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on the keys
  You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love
  I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun (Ow!)
  After the strokin', I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
  And you come home like, "Honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss" (Haha)
  It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
  We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
  All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
  Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
  It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it
  Shawty gon' be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it
  [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Tyga
  ]
  Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet (
  Yeah
  )
  Because she wanna be on TV with a nigga (
  With a nigga
  ), I bet (
  Haha
  )
  Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet
  Don't be mad at me, I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas
  No sympathy for you niggas [Outro: K. Michelle]
  Y'all bitch-ass niggas got me fucked up. I'm not fuckin' y'all niggas. I don't give a fuck who y'all is. And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga. And y'all not givin' me my coin. I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on 
  Love and Hip Hop
  , on Hollywood and shit. Don't get it fucked up