Chris Brown

[fox69]

"Get At Ya"

"Get At Ya"


[Intro:]
This is the final piece of the puzzle

[Verse 1:]
Where you going, slow it
Don't act like you don't see me
I'm glowing, show me
What you look like in the morning
Tone it on it, floating on 25s
I wouldn't be fly if I threw some D's on it

[Bridge:]
When I step to the floor I'm fresh low key
When I step through the door all eyes on me
Wanna be a star get on TV
It's bout to jump off in my car so come with me
(Oh baby)

[Chorus:]
Hey girl I love what you do (yeah)
The way ya making it move
I'm tryna give it to you (oh)
Said girl tryna get at ya (tryna)
Tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome
And I'm tryna get at ya
(Hey) I want ya girl
(You) You feel me girl
(Move, oh you) I'm on ya
Said girl tryna get at ya (tryna)
Tryna get at ya (hey hey hey hey)
You see me sitting on chrome
And I'm tryna get at ya

[Verse 2:]
Girl I'm slowly approaching
Dodging those misdemeanors
They on it, (on it) want it (want it)
I know they waiting on me
To run it, run it
You gotta show me
If you with it be a bad girl

[Bridge:]
When I step to the floor I'm fresh low key (low key)
When I step through the door all eyes on me (on me)
Wanna be a star get on TV
It's bout to jump off in my car so come with me (hey girl)

[Chorus:]
Hey girl I love what you do
The way ya making it move (the way that you move it)
I'm tryna give it to you (I can't take it baby)
Said girl tryna get at ya (tryna)
Tryna get at ya (oh girl)
You see me sitting on chrome
And I'm tryna get at ya (baby)
(Hey) I want ya girl
(You) You feel me girl
(Move, oh you) I'm on ya
Said girl tryna get at ya
Tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome (I'm tryna get at ya)
And I'm tryna get at ya

[Verse 3: Chris' Rap:]
700 horsepower
Speakers beating down the block
Girls stop automatic static
Better call the cops
Bad chick, looking like she finna let me grab it
I'm a have to snatch it
But I'm tryna get at ya
200 miles per hour
Speakers beating down the block
Girls stop automatic static
Better call the cops
Bad chick, looking like she finna let me grab it
I'm a have to snatch it
But I'm tryna get at ya

[Chorus:]
Hey girl I love what you do
The way ya making it move
I'm tryna give it to you
Said girl tryna get at ya (tryna)
Tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome
And I'm tryna get at ya
(Hey) I want ya girl
(You) You feel me girl
(Move, oh you) I'm on ya
Said girl tryna get at ya
Tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome (I'm tryna get at ya)
And I'm tryna get at ya

Tryna get at you
Do you feel me girl
Tryna get at you
Do you feel me girl
Tryna get at you
Do you feel me girl
Do you feel me girl
Do you feel me girl [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Get Dat Money"
(with French Montana & Lil Durk)

"Get Dat Money"
(with French Montana & Lil Durk)



[Chris Brown:]
Look how she up and down that pole, just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk, aw yeah
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga, now do it, get that money baby
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga, go ahead and get that money baby

[Chorus - Chris Brown:]
Look how she up and down that pole
Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
Just clap that ass up on that pole
Twerk, twerk, twerk
Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Now do it, get that money baby
Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
Go ahead and get that money baby

[Lil Durk:]
Hundred dollar bottle, what the strippers swallow?
Malaya Blacc Chyna, shout out to Tyga
Red Bottoms just to match the 'Rari Spider
Plain Jane Rolly got them bitches on fire
Now whoever say I cuff hoes
I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole
Pussy popping, got the squad turning up with hoes
Ace of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show
Now oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Got spice red all on my shoe
We global like we on the news
Stay in the best designer, we be on the news, let's get it

[Chorus]

[French Montana:]
Came flipping, I bought it, when I came through in that foreign
Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be boring
She need five stacks on that hair, coke, pills I'm on
Been getting money all year, all them cribs I own
Shawty help me slanging fish to meet me at the yard
God damn, young nigga made it hot
Shawty bent it over, told me land on it
Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em
She spinning on the top like a ceiling fan
I can catch a rico off the Instagram
Wrist wrapped up, John Wall
Stacking money up, wall to wall

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Get Down"
(feat. B.o.B & T-Pain)

"Get Down"
(feat. B.o.B & T-Pain)



[Verse]
Rich nigga in the back seat of a ghost
Doin too much, doin the most
Wheels spinnin, cruise control
When the girls see me they lose control
I'ma gang spitter my mouth grab a milly
You ain't heard about me I got cloud round the city
Six 50 BMDub
When I step up in the spot they show me love

[Pre-Chorus:]
If you know what I'm sayin say
Ohhhh
If you know that I ain't playin say
Ohhhh
Just get them hands wavin babe
Then g-g-g-g-get down
G-g-g-g-get down

[Chorus: T-Pain & Chris Brown]
I hit the spot the girls, g-g-g-g-get down
Traveling around the world g-g-g-g-get down
Uh I know you like it girl g-g-g-g-get down
Just drop it to the floor you show me love
You know what you're doing baby
Get that body movin baby
Won't you back it up on me
You keep wondering if I'ma throw this money in the air
You stay long enough
You gon see

[Verse]
Rich nigga, you know I'm gonna get it
Money stack it up and I'm about to buy city
Lady killer
Doggy want that kitty
I'm about to break her up
She nasty and she pretty
She got that pretty thang
That good good
Big ol' ass
That good good
Six 50 BMDub
When I step up in the spot they show me love

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know what I'm sayin say
Ohhhh
If you know that I ain't playin say
Ohhhh
Just get them hands wavin babe
Then g-g-g-g-get down
G-g-g-g-get down

[Chorus: T-Pain & Chris Brown]
I hit the spot the girls, g-g-g-g-get down
Traveling around the world g-g-g-g-get down
Uh I know you like it girl g-g-g-g-get down
Just drop it to the floor you show me love
You know what you're doing baby
Get that body movin baby
Won't you back it up on me
You keep wondering if I'ma throw this money in the air
You stay long enough
You gon see

[Verse: B.o.B]
Walking in the building feeling like I own the buildin
When we pull up to the front it's like an automotive dealer ship
Or something of the nature blowing blowing get the table
Please stop blowing my buzz I'm trying to bomb with mother nature
All you haters so played out
Yall so 1999
I'm so these ain't even out yet
No you can't find these online
And all my passion forward just to go around
I got that lazy boy salary my pocket stay on recline
Everybody get down I'm throwing six out
Man I'm sayin
I just roll like six pounds and blow that shit down
Man I'm sayin
If looks could kill she have the pistol in her purse
One to the dome
Like a ring shot
I get down

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know what I'm sayin say
Ohhhh
If you know that I ain't playin say
Ohhhh
Just get them hands wavin babe
Then g-g-g-g-get down
G-g-g-g-get down

[Chorus: T-Pain & Chris Brown]
I hit the spot the girls, g-g-g-g-get down
Traveling around the world g-g-g-g-get down
Uh I know you like it girl g-g-g-g-get down
Just drop it to the floor you show me love
You know what you're doing baby
Get that body movin baby
Won't you back it up on me
You keep wondering if I'ma throw this money in the air
You stay long enough
You gon see

 

[fox69]

"Gettin' Money"

"Gettin' Money"


Ok, I walked inside the club with my grills on
These bitches in my V.I.P. you know what goes on
You got me 'bout to take my shirt off, she rollin' tryna party (party)
She said she wanted a threesome, then I meet her girl named Miley (Miley)
I said, "Oh no, woah woah, damn damn, oh oh!"
Her jaw locked, when my balls dropped then she really started to chow down
Head game is the meanest it make me a parapalegic
That pill kicked in like third degree and she started havin' a seizure
So what nigga you gotta attitude fuck you and yo' demeanor
I'm partyin' to death I make a mess you gotta clean up
Oh my - bad 'cause I'm acting like a peanut
All you see at the top in V.I.P. is these nuts

I'm gettin' money, what's a stack?
You see me gettin' money, what's a stack?
Been gettin' money, what's a stack?
Let me show you how a real nigga throw these racks!
Throw these racks!
Real nigga throw these racks!
Throw these racks!
Real nigga throw these racks!

Ok, I'm outside niggas hatin', they be tryna keep my car
They done fucked 'round made me mad I'm about to buy the bar
Order mo' shots, mo' liquor, mo' hoes, no nigga!
Sneak all I'm at the back door, they packed on pack they rollin' wit' us
Damn my chain might glitter, this boy be from Virginia
and she tell yo' ass to stop but she don't say that when I'm in her
Haha, 'cause I-hi, I kick that shit my ninja
My cardiac is winter, yo' shawty is my dinna'
I met a bad bitch at the starbucks
Straight to the telly that's a star fuck
Tens, fifties and them hunnids
I ain't talkin' numbers bitch, I'm talkin' monaaay

I'm gettin' money, what's a stack?
You see me gettin' money, what's a stack?
Been gettin' money, what's a stack?
Let me show you how a real nigga throw these racks!
Throw these racks!
Real nigga throw these racks!
Throw these racks!
Real nigga throw these racks!

Look, let me stop the talkin' gon' and pop that shit for daddy
A nigga got his money if you know I gotta live it up and all my money stacked in my attic
A little belligerent, I'm crazy! I'm coughin' like an asthmatic
And niggas claimin' they bad but bitch nigga you know I'm the baddest
Shake it, shake it, shake it in my face
Give a damn about yo' name but I care about yo' waist haaa
Naked naked, girl I want yo' birthday cake
Fuck you talkin' 'bout celebate, we gon' celebrate!

I'm gettin' money, what's a stack?
You see me gettin' money, what's a stack?
Been gettin' money, what's a stack?
Let me show you how a real nigga throw these racks!
Throw these racks!
Real nigga throw these racks!
Throw these racks!
Real nigga throw these racks!

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Tales"

"Ghetto Tales"


I know you wanna see me
Know you wanna see me
Girl, girl, girl come and see me
I know you wanna see me (Wanna see me)

Hol' up this ain't gotta be complicated (Hol' up)
Girl put your feelings to the side (Hol' up)
All you gotta do is be straight up (Hol' up)
Don't let a minute pass by

Fuck a text message, call me
I'll be right there to listen
I know this is different, trust me
Cause I'm one call away

[Hook x2:]
I know you wanna see me (One call)
Know you wanna see me (One call, one call, one call)
Girl, girl, girl come and see me (One call)
I know you wanna see me (Wanna see me, one call, one call, one call, wanna see me)

This ain't gotta be no conversation
Girl put your panties to the side
Why you wanna keep a nigga waiting?
When I can see it in your eyes

Fuck a text message, call me
I'll be right there to listen
I know this is different, trust me
Cause I'm one call away

[Hook x2]

I know she wanna see me, oh Lord
Fuck her too but now her nigga wanna be me, hol' up
I'm in the Lamborghini smokin' on Luigi, oh Lord
And then I clean that pussy up, I'm like a squidgy, better believe me bitch
Smokin' a zip and I pour up a four
Poppin' the molly she ready to go
She wanna know can another freak come and another freak come
I got too many hoes
All in my ear when she's speakin' that Spanish
Beatin' that pussy up, where's my manners?
Fuckin' with bitches like her, it ain't easy
Call on my phone, I know what she need

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Gimme That"

"Gimme That"


[Intro:]
[Spoken:]
Storch (oh)
S. Dot (Yea)
[Ad Lib:]
Ooh Ohh.
[Spoken:]
The dynamic duo.
[Spoken:]
Wow womp womp womp.....it's what your body sayin'.
Chris Brown is in the building.

[Verse 1:]
The young boy just turned 16
And I got 64's and hot bikes that I rock
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock,
But all that swinging in that bikini just make 'em dizzy.
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop,
'cause you speaking that slang that I talk.
That sassy tempo with that walk,
Maybe the reason that all this teenies may never see me.

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
You be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
You could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Verse 2:]
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you,
What ya body got a young boy ready to do.
If you take a chance to let me put them things on you,
I could show you why I make them straight A's in school.
I'm a HUSTLA! Trust my frame and age.
Got you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page.
I can PICTURE! Us switching lanes in the coupe
With you on the phone screaming my name.

(CHRIS!)

[Chorus x2]

[Breakdown:]
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
Girl you serious and I been watching you.
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
This's what your body's saying
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp (yeahhhhh)
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
This what your body's sayin (owwww)

[Chorus x2]

[Outro - Spoken:]
V.A.
Yeah ha,
Yeah ma don't be frontin' like you don't know what's goin' on
Aight, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Gimme That (Remix)"
(feat. Lil' Wayne)

"Gimme That (Remix)"
(feat. Lil' Wayne)



[Intro (Spoken) Lil Wayne]
What it is, Folk.
This right here is the 16 year old phenome, Chris Breezy.
Me, myself, I'm the 23 yr. old CEO

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Carter, I'm harder then them other boys.
I ain't even fronting, baby I can take a summer off.
I can break a woman off.
I can take the stomach off, one of my trucks.
Now I'm riding in the goods.
Line it on up, guarantee you get served.
Lil' Chris, said run it,
So I ran and told her.
I'm a cash money young'n,
Bird-man junior.
Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence.

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
The young boy just turned 16 and I got
6 4's and hot bikes that I rock.
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock,
but all that swinging in that bikini just make him dizzy.
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop,
'Cause you speaking that slang that I talk.
That sassy tempo with that walk,
May be the reason that all this teenies may never see me.

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you,
What ya body got a young boy ready to do.
If you take a chance, and let me put them things on you,
I could show you why I make them straight A's in school.
I'm a HUSTLA!
Trust my frame and age.
Got you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page.
I can PICTURE!
Us switching lanes in the coupe
With you on the phone screaming my name.
(Chris!)

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Breakdown:]
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
Girl you serious and I been watching you. (Y'all ready)
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
This's what your body's saying
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp (yeahhhhh) (Y'all ready)
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
(Get e'm)
Okay

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Weezy-baby, baby what it do, I'm try to holla at you.
I ain't upset, but I'll blind you if I smile at you.
You rock'n wit young Chris and the best rapper.
So leave your phone, bring your friends, let the rest happen.
A lil' patron, a lil' hen, I'm on Cavalli Vodka.
I'm in Cavalli jeans, got on Cavalli boxers.
I'm fresher than a newborn.
And um:I can work you out like a futon.
And um:you can leave your birthday suit on,
I'ma leave my boots on.
I'ma leave my jewels on.
Never know what you want.
I'ma leave that tool on.
Never know who home.
I learned that from a Biggy song.
On to a new one.
Some like a redbone.
Ohh I think she like me, she got me on a ringtone.
And I told her, "Get yours, girl and don't you stop."
Now gimme that funk, that gushy stuff.
(OH!)

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Outro (Spoken) Chris Brown]
V.A.
Yeah ha,
Yeah ma don't be frontin' like you don't know what's goin' on
Aight, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Girl You Loud"
(with Tyga)

"Girl You Loud"
(with Tyga)



[Intro - Tyga:]
Niggas won't ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Bitch I'll ride for you, niggas won't die for you
Fuckin' in the mornin', makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin'
Wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin', niggas won't ride for you

[Hook x2 - Chris Brown:]
I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now
Just love me, love me down, now
And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down
One more, oh, oh, girl you loud

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
I put that diamond in you, boo
Put on your favorite birthday suit
I hit them lights, we in the mood
I'ma slide inside and don't you move
Scorpio, sex drive for two
Who else you know would die for you?
Them niggas ain't livin' that shit
I showed you shit them niggas won't ever do
This year I do my thing
'Bout to put that def to shame
So high, eyes low
How you scream my name the only time you use in vain
But I swear this time no foreplay and games
Shoot it straight to your naval ring, put it back in, go again
Lookin' at this mess we made but I can't take the blame

[Pre-Hook - Both:]
This your bed, you lay in it
I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it
Taste so good, I put my face in it
Now she runnin' from the dick, I told her stay with it

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Yeah you are
Steppin' on my heart
You're so cold right now
And you tried to lay me down
But I'm not scared of death, girl
If I die, my love ain't gon' change
Cause we're in deep, hold your breath, girl
Baby I'm in so deep, and you just wanna be loud all night, girl

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Girlfriend"
(feat. Lupe Fiasco)

"Girlfriend"
(feat. Lupe Fiasco)



[Lupe Fiasco]
(L.U.P and C.B)
We gon do what we say,
see us when see that again, call us instant replay [2x]
cop a coupe and then recoup, we call it instant replay
say hello to your goodbyes, we continue to heat wave, Chris!

[Chris Brown]
VA to Chicago in a Murcielago, pretty lil model, model, model
Follow me where I go, it look like a slide show,
it look like a slide show, follow me where I go
My chain look like a car show, her body like a bottle
Pretty lil model, model, model
That's why this dude is trippin
Steady investigating, being a situation (waitin', hatin')

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
I Don't want your girlfriend (No!) [4x]
But she like
la la la la la [4x]
I Don't want your girlfriend (No!) [4x]
She in my
la la la la la [4x]

[Chris Brown]
Damn your girl be drankin', while she steady sippin
I see she got that feelin (rollin on the ceilin?)
I guess thats what he mad for, coz you weren't what he ask for, what he hella mad for, mad for, mad for

Her chain look like car show, her body like a bottle
Pretty lil model, model, model, that's why this dude is trippin
Steady investigating
Being a situation (waitin, hatin')

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
I Don't want your girlfriend (No!) [4x]
But she like
la la la la la [4x]
I Don't want your girlfriend (No!) [4x]
She in my
la la la la la [4x]

[Lupe Fiasco]
Chi town down to VA, step walk out them PJ's
Pockets smell like feme's so I fed them cheesecake
She wanna know how these taste, she gave me the please face
I gave her the leave face, she know what I think like Gene Grey
Stepped on in so cleanly, mastermind in yeezy
Your diamonds ain't got no class, we call them Dr. King Day
Our watches got them scholarships, with knowledge that
She fine yo, but we don't want your baby girl, we will take
Your shine though.

[Chorus]
I don't want your girlfriend [4x]
But she like la la la la la (Yeah) [4x]
I don't want your girlfriend [4x]
She in my la la la la la [4x]

[Chris Brown]
Don't want your girl [4x]
But she singing just like...

 

[fox69]

"Give It Away"

"Give It Away"


[Spoken]
What?
So what you trying to say (what you trying to say?)
Stop playing
You know that's mine!
THAT’S MY PUSSY

[Verse 1]
Baby why you keep doing shit
You running from me
But you know you gon' get it
I'm going to teach you how to love me
I want you to be bad right now
I want you to fuck me yeah
With your sexy ass
I’m make that devil on to me
I’m gonna get it all (I’m gonna get it get it)
Your body’s calling let me break you off
Kinky just play along with it
Baby I’m right here
You know that belongs to me
So put it right here
Girl

[Chorus]
Don't make me have to tell you again
That’s my pussy baby
You better not give it away-way-way-way-way
Don't make me have to tell you again
That's my pussy baby
It's mine girl, it's mine girl, it's mine girl
So you better not give it away (way-a-way-a)
Said you better not better not (way-a-way-a) give it away
Better not better not (way-a-way-a)
You better not better not (way-a-way-a) give it away
Said you better not give it away

[Verse 2]
Girl I’m fucked up off that good
Bitch I know you see me calling
I’m blowing up your phone
Trying to fuck you till the morning
Kitty got me crying tears
I go longer while I’m on it that shit
Let me bring it here
I’mma lick it just how you want it
You got me paying all your bills
Fuck around and take care of your kids
Remember when you put that thang on me
Hit it from the back and I give you chills
All I want is that pussy
Girl let me get it
You know I-I own that cookie
You love it (you love it)

[Chorus]
Don't make me have to tell you again
That’s my pussy baby
You better not give it away-way-way-way-way
Don't make me have to tell you again
That's my pussy baby
It's mine girl, it's mine girl, it's mine girl
So you better not give it away (way-a-way-a)
Said you better not better not (way-a-way-a) give it away
Better not better not (way-a-way-a)
You better not better not (way-a-way-a) give it away
Said you better not give it away