[Intro]
I need you (x8)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my b**hes got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her a** down when she bring her friend around
f** ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie a** n***a left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you
[Rick Ross] It’s Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do
[Verse 1:Rick Ross]
New money, new year, it’s time to boss up
Dm a couple b**hes just to toss up (Uh)
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique (Woo)
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shoutout these two n***as on another song
It’s for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it n***a
40 b**hes in the crib, top tier n***a
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way
[Hook:Chris Brown]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new sh**
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, f**ing b**hes three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that b**h walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest n***a, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that p**y’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna f** Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A n***a ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about f**ing
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her n***a worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we f**ing, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 4: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your b**h from a mile away
Valentine in that p**y, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my b**h like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a f** about pedestrians
(And my section less n***as, more lesbians)
Got your b**h, I’m that n***a
(Yeah we poppin’ like)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly sh**, King sh** only
Drop top, no roof – ahhh!