Love More (Clean Version)

[Intro: Chris Brown] 'Til we get it I'ma get it 'Til we get it 'Til we get it I'ma get it 'Til we get it [Verse 1: Chris Brown] You say all you need is consistent love When I try, I swear it's never enough, I messed up Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us Baby, you let go and I pull you back I let go, you ain't havin' that [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] We do it like rock stars (Oh) Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh) Shades on, doin' ninety-five with the top down I might sound crazy (Oh) 'Cause we be goin' back and forth One minute I hate you, then I love you That's how it is [Chorus: Chris Brown] ‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more ('Til we get it) I'ma get it (I'ma get it) 'Til we get it ('Til we get it) ‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (I'ma get it) I'ma get it ('Til we get it) 'Til we get it (I'ma get it) (Turn up) [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Why is it all so complicated? Baby, this should be simple, it's turnin' me mental But when you back it up, it really drives me crazy And you know what I'm into Make me forget what we arguin' about, ayy [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] We do it like rock stars (Oh) Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh) Shades on, doin' ninety-five with the top down I might sound crazy (Oh) 'Cause we be goin' back and forth One minute I hate you, then I love you That's how it is [Chorus: Chris Brown, Nicki Minaj] ‘Til we get it right, we gon love some more (Oh, no) ('Til we get it) I'ma get it (I'ma get it, ayy) 'Til we get it ('Til we get it), we get it right ‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (More) (I'ma get it) I'ma get it ('Til we get it, yeah) 'Til we get it (I'ma get it) (Yo, turn up) [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown] He don't know me but he settin' up to, uh Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi, uh On the low, I used to holler at his homie, uh N-n-now I'm 'bout to ride him like a pony, yeah Okay, thug prolly, yo, come polly He wanna wanna bad Dolly and pop I hope your pockets got a motherfinna pot belly Or is it that you never ball? John Salley He had the Rolls in the Royce, the tone in his voice Don't want a good girl, nah, is his choice D-D-D on H, p-p-p on W Mouth on open, a-a-a on smother you A-A-A on the cover too, Elle Magazine Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline Could I be your wife? Naw, we could bang though I got these whipped, call me Django (If we) [Chorus: Chris Brown] ‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (Oh-oh) ('Til we get it) I'ma get it (I'ma get it, I'ma get it) 'Til we get it ('Til we get it) ‘Til we get it right, we gon' love some more (Right, we gon' love some more, some more) (I'ma get it) I'ma get it ('Til we get it, yeah) 'Til we get it (I'ma get it)