Listen to How Many Times (feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne & Big Sean) by DJ Khaled

How Many Times (feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne & Big Sean)

DJ Khaled

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Performer
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Anthony Lee Norris
Anthony Lee Norris
Songwriter
Brandon Korn
Brandon Korn
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Producer
LEE ON THE BEATS
LEE ON THE BEATS
Producer
Brandon Korn
Brandon Korn
Producer
OZ
OZ
Producer
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Recording Engineer
Michael "Banger" Cahadia
Michael "Banger" Cahadia
Recording Engineer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Engineer
Ike Schultz
Ike Schultz
Assistant Engineer
Joe Zarrillo
Joe Zarrillo
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches who's just only in town For the weekend, ohh How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time You know how I feel about waiting in line You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur? Think about it, think it over, everything is gon' be kosher Call me when you getting closer If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya? Don't send me no naked pictures If I can't get naked with ya This dick deserve recognition I don't mind paying that commission Is you with the shit or nah? If we ain't fucking then bitch, bon voyage How many times? I said how many times? Too many times and bitch I ain't got time How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time You know how I feel about waiting in line You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won't stop blinking I'll pick up for you though on the second ring You've been drinking and drinking, you're drinking for fun And you drink for a reason Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you're leaving Calling shots refereeing, no drama Pussy so wet I'mma need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeaning I'm dodging the leeches, I'm signing agreements I'm signing new artists, I sell out arenas Swimming with the dolphins on the Dan Marino Wine mixing, this shit like the Catalina B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya Dream about the pussy, fuck it I'm a dreamer Hold me down but don't hold me back like I need you to, damn I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade I put it on the wall and promised it'd be this way She fuck me like she want the rent paid Like she want that Oscar De La Renta I slow it down like it's her favourite ballad Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it Straight up How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches who's just only in town For the weekend, ohh I see these bitches in Supperclub Niggas got me throwing bottles up Bottles with all of my homies I'm feeling generous, throwing my money She said she wanted the molly love I gave her the dick but I'm not in love I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm boning Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up You wanna fuck with a thug Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars And my niggas, they whipping the bricks How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times?
Writer(s): Chris Brown, Sean Anderson, Dwayne Carter, Andre Young, Khaled Khaled, Brandon Korn, Ozan Yilderim, Lee Norris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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