Remember Me

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]

Girl, you know we got the time

Got that pussy on my mind

Later on, what are we doin'?

I know you're ready, show that ass

Girl, you lookin' so bad

Gettin' horny watchin' you do it

Girl, I wanna kiss it

While you kissin' your girlfriends

I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory

Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me (Ha, look)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

I be bangin' all on that beat

808, she got the bass when her booty shake

She got her friends with her and they a sight to see

A-a-all that ass, don't let it go to waste

All this Hennessy, this liquor, 'bout to penetrate

While I'm pushin' Lamborghini's on the interstate

I long-dick her, I'ma go for hours

You minute-made like lemonade

I'm fresh as fuck in these Margielas

I skate past, a nigga better than veterans

Bipolar cold, give me the medicine

My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison

When I pull it out, bitch nervous

Better ride this wave, bitch, surf it

Girl, you better keep them legs open

Only thing you close is these curtains

And she only got time for a nigga if I take her out to eat

A nigga really gotta motivate

Man, that's too much work for the pussy

I don't work for the pussy, nigga really don't communicate

Ha, I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate

I'd rather keep my money in a safe

Ha, bitch, I ain't got time to play

I need it now, not a minute late, ha

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]

Girl, you know we got the time

Got that pussy on my mind

Later on, what are we doin'?

I know you're ready, show that ass

Girl, you lookin' so bad

Gettin' horny watchin' you do it (Oh, babe)

Girl, I wanna kiss it (Yeah, yeah)

While you kissin' your girlfriends

I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory

Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Bow your head to a king, nigga

Dream's house, my dream's bigger

Got a deck of cards if my heart switch up

Ace of Spades, her eyes lit up

Diamonds glitter in my car, thriller

She pray for me, that's God willin'

I'm hard to break, my bars prison

Her new name, Ass-Zilla

She love a nigga and that pussy tight

Come through, fuck you all night

Some foreplay, that's all right

But she'd rather do number sixty-nine

High notes, it's prime time

On the couch, hit it from behind

Hit you with that large stroke

Now she fiendin' for that good dope, yeah

Ha, that's my bae

She cook and clean, I got it made

Handcuff like she a slave

Touch ya, let your tongue taste

So high, no ceilin' space

Numb to it, can't feel her face

Yeah, she numb to it, can't feel her face

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]

Girl, you know we (Yeah)

Girl, you know we got the time

Got that pussy on my mind

Later on, what are we doin'? (Oh, I know)

I know you're ready, show that ass

Girl, you lookin' so bad

Gettin' horny watchin' you do it

Girl, I wanna kiss it (I wanna kiss it right there)

While you kissin' your girlfriends (Oh-woah)

I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory (I bet I—)

Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Blowin' up the line on my cellular

She wanna lock a nigga down on the regular

Talkin' crazy to me like she own the dick

But I don't trust her as far as I can throw the bitch, ha

Momma told me to find a keeper

But I switch like designer sneakers

A girl with the finest features

Every nigga wanna talk to her but I got her first, finders keepers

Violins in the back is my theme music

Her ass on my mind, I dream booty

Any nigga try to fuck my bitch

Then it's off with his head, how kings do it

My ring's ruby

Red bandana, I stay woopin'

Got too many cribs, I stay movin'

Three Lambos, I stay coupin'

Ha, but you don't hear me though

Virginia to the Westside

Car foreign, the girl sit on the left side

Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high

She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly

Helipad on the boat

Chillin' in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco

But nothin' compares to what's in my pants

Girl, stop playin'

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown & Tyga]

Oh-oh, babe

Girl, you know we got the time (We go the time, so later on, what are we doing?)

Got that pussy on my mind

Later on, what are we doin'? (Oh-oh)

I know you're ready, show that ass (Gettin' horny, babe)

Girl, you lookin' so bad

Gettin' horny watchin' you do it

Girl, I wanna kiss it (I wanna lick, lick, lick right there, right there)

While you kissin' your girlfriends (Baby)

I wanna see a whole lot of lickin', that's a memory (Whole lot)

Yeah, bet I make that pussy remember me