[Intro: Chris Brown]
Yeah, 500
You see

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Huh, now usually I don't do this
But a n***a wanna trip, so I'ma take a n***a bitch
Yeah, got two gundred on the dash
A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
Huh, 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 n***a 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 n***a bring his ass over here, he gettin' beat down
Pause, n***a, 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, n***a?
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Got your girl goin' up (Goin' up)
Goin' up right now (Right now)
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer (Yeah)
Red bottoms up right now (Right now)
Got a n***a mad 'cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you
Made her life brand new
And she actin' brand new (Brand new, n***a, yeah)
Got your girl goin' up, she goin' up right now (Ha! Right now)

[Verse 2: Tyga, Chris Brown]
Pussy open, yours two doors (Woo)
Legs up like Aventador (Hmm)
Raw n***a, ha, to the core (Ha)
Money long, boy, broke n***as 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 (Yeah)
They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important
Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Got a bad bitch, so she tourin', I got money on my lap (Woo)
Yeah, pistol on my back, yeah, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? Five hundred hundred on the Lamb', yeah
Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
Uh, she took too much, now she throwin' up (Ah)
Came out the top and I'm blazin' (Huh!)
Worldwide, n***a, it's amazin'
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]
Got your girl goin' up (Ah! Goin' up)
Goin' up right now (Woo, right now, yeah)
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer (Yeah)
Red bottoms up right now (Right now)
Got a n***a mad 'cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you
Made her life brand new
And she actin' brand new (Brand new, n***a)
Got your girl goin' up, she goin' up right now (Right now)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us
She puttin' 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 (Sing to you)
He don't even got a ring for you (No), I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes, oh-oh, oh-oh
When I'm in and out, baby, don't let go
Hey, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Got your girl goin' up (Goin' up)
Goin' up right now (Right now)
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer (Oh-woah, yeah)
Red bottoms up right now (Right now)
Got a n***a mad 'cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you
Made her life brand new
And she actin' brand new (Brand new, n***a)
Got your girl goin' up, she goin' up right now (Right now)
[Outro: Chris Brown]
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