Chris Brown - She Goin' Up Lyrics
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]Now usually I don't do thisBut a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's *****Yeah, got 200 on the dashA couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card richEvery night is somethin' differentI started poppin' pills with no prescription24/7 on a missionI'm the man with these *****es, if you watchin', pay attentionYou shoulda left her in the kitchenNow she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishesShe used to kiss it for you, now she swallow meNow she missin', got your nigga reminiscin'Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin'With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrestedI told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestionsI said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser"And I don't really careI know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the airI'm with her, *****in' up the sheets nowIf your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat downPause, nigga don't act like we boysI bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floorsBetter not ***** around with me, boyThat bullet wound [?], why you mad, nigga?[Hook: Chris Brown]Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right nowShe be rockin' diamonds, *****in' with designerRed bottoms up right nowGot a nigga mad cause she seen your ***** chose upNot you, made her life, brand newShe actin', brand newYour girl goin' up, goin' up right now[Verse 2: Tyga]***** open, yours two doorsLegs up like AventadorRaw nigga to the coreMoney long, boy broke niggas gon' snoreAnd I'm fresh out the storeI just bought it cause I'm boredAll up on the news in my new girl coutureThey don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, importantTax out the border, the cash flow enormousDubai and endorsements, sources and foursomesGot a bad *****, so she [?], I got money on my lapPistol on my back, steaks on my tab***** you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb'Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' upShe took too much, now she throwin' upCame out the top and I'm blazin'Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'[Hook][Bridge: Chris Brown]Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on usShe wouldn't shut up, but no, she in love with the coco[?] that ass goin' locoAnd I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin'Cause she turnin' up right nowDo your thing, we gon' party all night long, babyI'ma do what he won't doI bet he won't sing to youHe ain't even got a ring for youI got you, girlI'ma make you hit them notesWhen I'm in and out, baby don't let go[Hook]
