Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Vocals
DJ Frank E
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Justin Franks
Songwriter
Bobby Turner
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Cedar
Producer
DJ Frank E
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Now I usually don't do this
But a **** wanna trip so I'ma take a ****'s bitch
Yeah, got two hunnid on the dash
A couple hunnids in my pocket but my credit card rich
Ha, every night is somethin' different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
Twenty four seven 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 favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin' , got your **** 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 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 **** bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down
Pause, **** 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
Dat bullet wound gonna keloid, why you mad ****?
[Verse 2]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a **** mad cuz she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
And she actin' brand new
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Verse 3]
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw **** ha to the core
Money long, boy broke **** 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 Nordstrom's, imported, important
Tac out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she torn, I got money on my lap yeah
Pistol on my back yeah, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that, five hunnid on the lamb, yeah
Goin' up yeah, I'm pourin' up
She took two much, now she throwin' up
Came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide ****, it's amazin'
[Verse 4]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a **** mad cuz she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
And she actin' brand new
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
[Verse 5]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She puttin' shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Damelo 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 don't even got a ring for you
I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes
Uh huh, uh huh
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer
Red bottoms up right now
Got a **** mad cuz she seen your bitch chose up
Not you, made her life, brand new
She actin', brand new
Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now
Written by: Andrew Cedar, Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr., Bobby Turner, Chris Brown, Justin Franks, Michael Ray Stevenson

