She Goin' Up

[Intro: Chris Brown]

Yeah, 500

You see

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]

Huh, now usually I don't do this

But a nigga wanna trip, so I'ma take a nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga bring his ass over here, he gettin' beat down

Pause, nigga, 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, nigga?

[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 nigga mad 'cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you

Made her life brand new

And she actin' brand new (Brand new, nigga, 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 nigga, ha, to the core (Ha)

Money long, boy, broke niggas 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, nigga, 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 nigga mad 'cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you

Made her life brand new

And she actin' brand new (Brand new, nigga)

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 nigga mad 'cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you

Made her life brand new

And she actin' brand new (Brand new, nigga)

Got your girl goin' up, she goin' up right now (Right now)

[Outro: Chris Brown]

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