[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Now usually I don't do this But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch Yeah, got 200 on the dash A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich Every night is somethin' different I started poppin' pills with no prescription 24 7 on a mission I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin' pay attention You shoulda left her in the kitchen Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin' Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin' With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested I told her, "do better" said she's open for suggestions I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser" And I don't really care I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down Pause, nigga don't act like we boys I bought a strap from a d-boy my trap house got three floors Better not fuck around with me, boy That bullet wound gon' keloid why you mad, nigga?
[Hook: Chris Brown] Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer Red bottoms up right now Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up Not you, made her life, brand new She actin', brand new Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Verse 2: Tyga] Pussy open, yours two doors Legs up like Aventador Raw nigga to the core Money long boy broke niggas gon' snore And I'm fresh out the store I just bought it cause I'm bored All up on the news in my new girl couture They don't sell that at Nordstroms imported, important Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes Got a bad bitch, so she touring I got money on my lap Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb' Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up She took too much, now she throwin' up Came out the top and I'm blazin' Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'
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[Bridge: Chris Brown] Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us She putting shit up her nose, she in love with the coco Dámelo that ass goin' loco And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin' Cause she turnin' up right now Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby I'ma do what he won't do I bet he won't sing to you He ain't even got a ring for you I got you, girl I'ma make you hit them notes When I'm in and out, baby don't let go