When to Stop

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Uh, what's the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it

A sex addict there when you needed it

Now you too distracted by the little things, cars, rings, none of it matters

Presidential suites in Nevada, you was too ecstatic

Time tickin', you was twenty-four karat

Mrs. Hard Headed, don't listen but the head was terrific

I had a vision, you bought it, couldn't wait 'til you saw it

Swear you had a don, Jordy lost it all and you know it

Know I did and I'm ridin' 'round with my new bitch

I'm poppin' bottles and shoppin' and flyin' private to Maui

Livin' life, no excuses, don't give two fucks about you

You seen my girl ass lately? Now watch me fuck her crazy

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]

Tell me when to stop (Ha, yeah), you know I ain't gon' hurt you, babe (Yeah, haha)

Tell me when to stop, but if I start to get carried away

Tell me when to stop, I'ma li-li-li-lick it and go down

Baby, you can get it

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

She said I could take control of her body

But it's only for the weekend

Said I'ma let you do you, oh yeah, I'ma do you

Take you to the room, boom, boom

I make her feel it in her rib cage, roll my weed on it

Just like it's her birthday

I'm tippin', you sippin'

Sparklers come with that Ace of Spades

I'm faded, sippin' and leanin'

I'm faded, sippin' and leanin'

Sparklers come with that Ace of Spades

I'm faded, sippin' and leanin'

I'ma fuck you like I'm in a bad mood

[Chorus: Chris Brown]

Tell me when to stop, you know I ain't gon' hurt you, babe

Tell me when to stop, but if I start to get carried away

Tell me when to stop, I'ma li-li-li-lick it and go down

Baby, you can get it

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

[Verse 3: Tyga]

Uh, blonde hair, red lipstick, lips burned from that cigarette

Versace heels and them latex, neck collar, that there's a fact

I fuck with you 'cause it makes sense, we don't fight, but this makeup sex

Less is more, but you more or less got the top down in my Corvette, yeah

Red from the sunburn, must've made a wrong turn, checked in a motel just to have sex

Like strangers fuckin' out of anger, puttin' on handcuffs, now a nigga chained up

'Til the maid come clean up, broken mirrors so you know that's bad luck

Lost my wallet, told you hurry up, pack up, flee the scene, seen a Chev' just pull up

Shots of tequila, let's get freaky, lookin' for a reason

By the look in your eyes, you don't gotta say much, I can tell that you need it

And you need it just as much as I needed you

Word on streets, I put in work for two, your home girl wanna see if it's true, so just

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]

Tell me when to stop, you know I ain't gon' hurt you, babe (Yeah)

Tell me when to stop, but if I start to get carried away

Tell me when to stop, I'ma li-li-li-lick it and go down

Baby, you can get it

Tell me when to stop, you know I ain't gon' hurt you, babe

Tell me when to stop, but if I start to get carried away

Tell me when to stop, I'ma li-li-li-lick it and go down

Baby, you can get it

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop

Tell me when to stop