Holla At Me
[Chris Brown:]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. Broom
Knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer,
One more drink for these hoes and it's over,
Cause I'm a strike that's something like a cobra,
I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her,
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner,
And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner,
(Ha) ***a look at my jewels,
Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
Be a rich ***a I be shitin' on your life,
Magazine covers, magnem rubbers,
I mean magnum, I don't f**k with stragglers,
Ni***z want drama, Gangsta Grillz b******s
Did you check the caption? Lights camera, action
[Chorus: x2]
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, [x3]
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up
[Chris Brown:]
A ***a beat, beat
And shawty toot, toot,
Blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof,
Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through
And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do?
Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
When we dippin' to my hide-out,
Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle
Only fu***' with them A-listin' models,
Now let's get it like...
Low fitted it,
If you done it,
Then I did it
If you kick it,
Then I'm with it
We can do this s**t all night
Your minute don't compare to my limit
When I'm in it
And I get it
I'm a give it to you all night,
I'm the s**t
Yeah I go hard,
Don't stand in lines ***a I bogart
Fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large
And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge
[Chorus: x2]
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, [x3]
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up
[Tyga:]
(Ha)
I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate b***h
Don't say s**t, get your face-lift
Rose rich let tha champagne drip,
N****s swag jack but this L. A. S**t
Get it back,
Give it back
Ain't 'bout s**t,
Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at?,
Wack-a** all up in my ear b***h bag back,
I bag bad b*****s mothafuck a Kat Stacks,
Yellow ***a, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats,
Get your camera out uh, one flash,
Hot beams steady shot clap your a**,
Aww, T. Raw I'm so ahh,
Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog,
Patron top wash straight from the liquor store,
I'm turnt up I can't feel my face... So
[Chorus: x2]
Holla @ Me Boo, Holla @ Me Baby, [x3]
I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up
Hey [x3]