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chris brown & tyga – she goin’ up lyrics

[intro: chris brown]
yeah, 500, you see

[verse 1: chris brown]
now usually i don’t do this
but a n-gga wanna trip so i’ma take a n-gga’s b-tch
yeah, got 200 on the dash
a couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich
every night is somethin’ different
i started poppin’ pills with no prescription
24/7 on a mission
i’m the man with these b-tches, if you watchin’, pay attention
you shoulda left her in the kitchen
now she cookin’ up my mama’s favorite dishes
she used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
now she missin’, got your n-gga reminiscin’
why you textin’? she complainin’, you be stressin’
with your weak -ss cuffin’, said she feel like she arrested
i told her, “do better,” said she’s 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 sh-t gon’ hit the fan like a booty in the air
i’m with her, f-ckin’ up the sheets now
if your n-gga bring his -ss over here, he gettin’ beat down
pause, n-gga don’t act like we boys
i bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors
better not f-ck around with me, boy
that bullet wound gon’ keloid, why you mad, n-gga?

[chorus: chris brown]
got your girl goin’ up, goin’ up right now
she be rockin’ diamonds, f-ckin’ with designer
red bottoms up right now
got a n-gga mad cause she seen your b-tch chose up
not you, made her life, brand new
she actin’, brand new
your girl goin’ up, she goin’ up right now

[verse 2: tyga]
p-ssy open, yours two doors
legs up like aventador
raw n-gga to the core
money long, boy broke n-ggas 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
they don’t sell that at nordstroms, imported, important
tax out the border, the cash flow enormous
dubai and endors-m-nts, sources and foursomes
got a bad b-tch, so she touring, i got money on my lap
pistol on my back, steaks on my tab
f-ck you know about that? 500 hundred on the lamb’
goin’ up, yeah, i’m pourin’ up
uh, she took too much, now she throwin’ up
came out the top and i’m blazin’
worldwide, n-gga, it’s amazin’

[bridge: chris brown]
screamin’ loud, they gon’ call the popos on us, she putting sh-t up her nose
she in love with the coco, dámelo that -ss 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’mma do what he won’t do, i bet he won’t sing to you
he don’t even got a ring for you, i got you, girl
i’mma make you hit them notes “ooh, ooh”
when i’m in and out, baby don’t let go
hey, yeah, yeah

[outro: chris brown]
500

- chris brown tyga lyrics

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