(+) Chris Brown - Beg For It (Lyrics On Screen)
[Intro:]
I need you [x8]
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
We poppin' like ayo
All my bitches got real
hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I'mma take her ass down
when she bring her friend around
Poppin' booty like ayo
I'm a boogie ass nigga
left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don't be acting
like I need you
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
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 a engine with
a trunk space
I get money three ways,
fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns
plus she no hable
But I make that bitch
walk with some cheesecake
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror
like I wish I could be me
She too into me,
I'm more into money
My hobby's her body,
that pussy's my lobby
I'mma eat it, I'mma eat it
I don't lie, hold my dick,
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]
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm in a Rolls, you
don't roll right
My chain shine brighter
than a strobe light
I'm tryna fuck Coco,
this don't concern Ice
If I motorboat,
she gon' motorbike
A nigga ain't
worried about nothin'
Rehabilitation just
had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making
only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her
nigga 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
See when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud
(cause we poppin' like)
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown (Tyga):]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your
bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy,
it's a holiday
(Uh, you losing money,
I windmills 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 outcast
that stank on ya
From the ghetto but
my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted
like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a
fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less
niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch,
I'm that nigga
(Yeah we poppin' like)
[Hook]
[Outro - Tyga:]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof - ahhh!