[Chris Brown:]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin? in the room
Sweepin? up my competition call me Mr. broom
Knockin? niggas over, call me bulldozer,
One more drink for these bitches and it?s over,
Cause I?m a strike that 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,
Nigga look at my jewels,
Aviator shades I ain?t lookin? at you,
Ah chu, bless me twice,
Be a rich nigga I be shittin? on your life,
Magazine covers, magneem rubbers,
I mean magnum, I don?t fuck with stragglers,
Niggaz want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
Did you check the caption, lights camera, action

[Chorus]
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby
Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby
Holla at me Boo, Holla at Me Baby
I?m Turnt Up, I?m Super Turnt Up (2x)

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
A nigga beat beat
And shawty toot, toot,
Blowin? out their 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 fuckin? with them A-listin? models,
Now let?s get it like...
Low fitted if you done it then I did it
If you kick it, then I?m with it
We can do this shit 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 shit yeah I go hard,
Don?t stand in lines nigga I bogard
Bad boy celebrity cause I?m so large
And don?t need no battery cause I?m in charge

[Chrous]

[Tyga - Verse 3]
(Ha)
I?m hot mothafucka, get a plate bitch
Don?t say sh-t, get your face-lift
Rose rich let tha champagne drip,
Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit
Get it back, give it back ain?t ?bout shit,
Snap back them ain?t even rare, where the tag at,
Wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back,
I bag bad bitches mothafucka Kat Stacks,
Yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mask,
Get your camera out uh, one flash,
Hot beams steady shot clap your ass,
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]

Hey (x3)

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