Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
Jim Stewart
Jim Stewart
Keyboards
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d.a. got that dope
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
James Stewart
James Stewart
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
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d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah I could give a fuck about ya nigga, baby (d.a. on the track) That nigga weak (that nigga weak) Ha! Ayy, baby, you, baby That's some good pussy we can make a new baby F-Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room, baby I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth, baby (mm) Dick game proper, got a lot of bodies And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it? T-Raww whip out, tap out I got 'em all hooked like drugs and all them tryna fuck with a young nigga Pulled up to the club like what, straight to V.I.P Double cup it, I stay too turned up 'cause we poppin' bottles in here Baby, I'm just tryna party, yeah, 'cause I'm the man of the year I'm tryna get a little buzz Party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money Hope I get fucked up I see your girl lookin' over at me She wanna turn up I can tell by the look in her face That she ain't happy with you, nigga And I can bet that I'm gon' get her And I don't I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby) If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby) At me, at me, yeah I guess your nigga too lame, huh? Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah You want a real one, yeah You want a real one (real one) Girl, I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there 'Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'ma pay it Girl, the party's jumpin' DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah Got everybody in the club lookin' at us I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit Girl, you givin' me the screw face I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah, they two-faced I know he told you not to drink, but what do you say? I know he tryna lock you down like me and Boosie Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh? I'm with this shit and you love it Gon' and twerk some for me I'm tryna get a little buzz (little buzz) Party jumpin' and a nigga spendin' money Hope I get fucked up (ooh, yeah) I see your girl lookin' over at me She wanna turn up (wanna turn up) I can tell by the look in her face That she ain't happy with you, nigga And I can bet that I'm gon' get her (ayy) And I don't (I don't) I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby) If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby) At me, at me, yeah I guess your nigga too lame, huh? Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah You want a real one (you), yeah You want a real one (real one) Turn, turn, turn, turn up, stop stuntin' that nigga (huh, bro) We straight, I got more money than that nigga (aw, bro) She ain't loyal cause he ain't me Go to jail, she gon' leave you like them girls did me (oh, Lord) She want a real one, ooh, she want some' Look at all this money over here, she want some' She ain't thirsty (she ain't even thirsty) But when you that bad, every chick need bags and purses (oh) Scorpio sex, girl, my tongue on her (oh) Meet me all day, we just press record Ten mill' in two months, God bless me girl (God bless me, girl) You over there starin', next to me girl (haha) Them hotties is flockin', it's three in the mornin' (turn up) Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment (turn up) She gotta man, I ain't worried about that (ooh, ooh, ooh) Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respect (girl) And I don't I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby) If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby) At me, at me, yeah (hey, yeah) I guess your nigga too lame, huh? Girl, I bet you want a real one, yeah You want a real one, yeah You want a real one (real one) Baby, I don't really care if (I don't care about your nigga, baby) If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'Cause you over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga, baby) At me, at me, yeah I guess your nigga too lame, huh? I bet you want a real one You want a real one You want a real one Hello? Wassup, nigga? What up, nigga? I'm high as a motherfucker Shit, me too, I'm on there watchin' National Geographic, nigga They got some motherfuckin' whales, fuckin' on this shit, what the fuck? Hahaha, sounds interesting Hahaha, man I got these dope two birds in my house right now Oh! The bag, the bag, the bag Hahaha, you know, thotaronies Ayy, nigga, let's throw a party or somethin', I'm bored as shit Shit, I'm with it, ayy, I'ma call some bitches up, you got some weed? Yeah, I'ma call the weed-
Writer(s): Chris Brown, Michael Stevenson, Torrence Hatch, Jim Stewart, David Dorman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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