UP! (R&B Remix)

[Intro: Pleasure P]

Ladies, this your song

From Miami to the Bay

Ladies, this your song

I'm calling out

All the girls in the club tonight, yeah

Put your hands in the air if you gon' let a player cut

[Chorus: J. Valentine]

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

Ooh, yeah (I beat it, beat it)

[Verse 1: J. Valentine]

Say, baby, I really wanna drive you crazy tonight

Lil' mama, wanna see them toes way up in the sky

Turn around, let me see it from the back

I know you like it when I hit it like that

From the bottom to the top

Want to see that waterfall drop, drop, drop, drop

Girl, I know you gon' tell your friends

That's why I gotta beat it up like this

Runnin' your mouth like damn

Now they wanna know if I can give it to them

[Chorus: J. Valentine]

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

Ooh, yeah (I beat it, beat it)

[Verse 2: Pleasure P]

Aw, shorty, I'm gonna throw it so deep, it touch your spine

Ooh, mama (Huh), don't be afraid to let me play with your mind

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

In the bedroom or the couch

I'ma have you screamin' out

So, baby, gon' and take that thing

To the house like a football game

Tattoo your back like a jersey

All they gonna see is my name

[Chorus: J. Valentine]

I'll beat it, beat it up, up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh, yeah), up, up (Ooh), up, up (Oh)

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up, up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up

I'll beat it, beat it up (I beat it, beat it)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Got me like damn, your booty done somethin' to my mind

And yes, ma'am (Yes, ma'am), I just wanna take up all of your time

And I don't care if you a stripper, baby

'Cause what I got, it might tip ya over (Ha, look)

I'm lookin' at the way your body just massage your minds

I know you feel me, girl, I'm all up inside your mind

She be like, "Stop, please, baby, don't go"

While I be starin' at her weave like it's gon' grow

Go back to the room, yeah, it's hammer time

Take your clothes off, let your pajamas fly

And keep it goin' with the motion

She off her pill so you know her body rollin'

[Chorus: J. Valentine, Chris Brown]

I'll beat it, beat it up, up (Oh), up (Ooh), up, up (Ooh), up, up (Ooh-ooh)

I'll beat it, beat it up, up, up (Ooh), up (Yeah), up (Ooh), up, up (Oh, oh)

I'll beat it, beat it up (Oh, oh, no, no, no), up, up (Ooh), up, up (Ooh), up, up ('Cause I'll, I'll)

I'll beat it, beat it up (Oh, no, no, no, no, no), up, up (Ooh), up, up (Ooh), up, up

[Outro: Chris Brown]

Let me get it, girl