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conversations.value: Write me a song called Bunkin’ with the following description: “Bunkin'” is another term for making money and hustling. In the track, the term is used to highlight the rappers' girls' come up since being affiliated with them and in the public eye.
  “Bunkin'” marks Jay 305’s first collaboration with any of the featured artists. The track marks the eigth collaboration between Chris and T.I. following Feburary 2015’s “Private Show,” and second collaboration between Tyga and T.I. following 2012’s “Rack City (Remix).” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Chris Brown]
  Where my real bitches at?
  One hunnid
  Keep that shit one hunnid
  One hunnid
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She went from nothin', now she somethin'
  My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She only clap that ass for me
  My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
  I taught her how to whip a ki'
  Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
  She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
  In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
  Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
  We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
  I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)
  [Interlude: Jay 305]
  I don't know if you know how it feel to ride down Sunset watchin' the sunset (Damn, bitch)
  California, Los Angeles, nigga (That ain't your problem though)
  What's happenin' though? Look
  [Verse 1: Jay 305, 
  Jay 305 & Chris Brown
  ]
  My bitch grind (My bitch grind)
  My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums (I'm from the slums)
  She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my, uh)
  Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months (Fuckin' months)
  Told her hold my spot, I'm on the run (Skrrt)
  I got my motherfuckin' J's on, finna hit Arkansas
  Get these Oxy's off
  Come back to L.A., fight my case
  Where I'm from it's bang or ball
  Fuckin' bitches like yo' missus
  Flip 'em like a case of rum (Yeah)
  Back to business, flippin' digits (Yeah, yeah)
  Splittin' switches with my niggas (Yeah, yeah)
  Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
  Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin' (Uh, uh)
  Comin' out the county jail, smell like bubbly
  Yo' momma love it
  Got your main bitch on my side 
  on time
  , nigga [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She went from nothin', now she somethin'
  My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She only clap that ass for me
  My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
  I taught her how to whip a ki'
  Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
  She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
  In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
  Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
  We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
  I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)
  [Verse 2: T.I.]
  Hey hey, now don't it feel great
  When you ride through the hood where you known as Bill Gates? (I'm known as Bill Gates)
  Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini, make a homegirl hate
  Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
  Nigga, proof that sellin' drugs on the corner still pay
  I make a hundred G's, spend forty on ki's
  Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case (What?)
  Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop
  Teachin' you the shit that you ain't know 'bout
  On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock
  Stop cuffin' that bitch like she ain't no thot
  Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop?
  Even if not, but the brain on fire (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
  Nigga, fourteen years, I remain on fire
  Men do, women too but the game don't lie
  Hey, still up to the same old shit (Yep)
  Bang on a pussy, nigga, they ain't no shit
  Stop playin' with it, pussy, you know you don't want this
  Shut the fuck down or your ass gon' get it, uh
  In public, it's nothin'
  I'm right back in my bunkin'
  Ain't what you do, it's how you does it
  And we does it, cousin [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She went from nothin', now she somethin'
  My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She only clap that ass for me
  My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
  I taught her how to whip a ki'
  Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
  She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
  In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
  Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
  We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
  I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)
  [Verse 3: Tyga]
  Ah, 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, it's that
  Early mornin', tap that wet-wet (Woo)
  You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that (Ha)
  Got money in the mattress, where I hide it at? (Yeah)
  She countin' all of that (Yeah), fuck all of them niggas
  They don't know what to do with all that
  As a matter fact, get on my lap (Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
  Put you on the map take you out the trap (Trap)
  From a condo to a larger state
  Got double gates
  If I catch a case, would you wait on me and build me up again?
  If so (If so) [Verse 4: Chris Brown, 
  Tyga
  ]
  Yeah, my niggas thuggin' (
  Woo, yeah
  )
  Poppin' rubber bands, money in my hands (
  Ha
  )
  Double cup it with the Sprite, mix it with Xans (Yeah!)
  We some zombies here tonight
  Slow motion, your bitch choosin'
  She say, "Don't they call you Breezy?"
  I told that bitch, "I'm coolin" (I'm coolin'!)
  With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
  She got a million dollar body with a hunnid dollar brain (Yeah!)
  Girl, your booty like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)
  And my bitch, she be bunkin' (Yeah, yeah)
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She went from nothin', now she somethin'
  My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
  She only clap that ass for me
  My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
  I taught her how to whip a ki'
  Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
  She bring that dough to me how I want it (Ooh-ooh, how I want it)
  In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that, all that, all that)
  Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
  We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
  I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)