She Goin’ Up Songtext
von Chris Brown feat. Tyga

Yeah, 500
You see

Huh, now usually I don′t do this, but a nigga wanna trip, so I'ma take a nigga bitch
Yeah, got 200 on the dash, a couple hundreds in my pocket, but my credit card rich
Huh, every night is somethin′ different
I started poppin' pills with no prescription
24-7, on a mission, I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin′, pay attention

You shoulda left her in the kitchen
Now she cookin′ up my mama favorite dishes
She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me
Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin′
Why you textin'? She complainin′, you be stressin'
With your weak ass 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 shit gon′ hit the fan like a booty in the air
I′m with her, fuckin' up the sheets now
If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin′ beat down
Pause, nigga don't act like we boys
I bought a strap from a D-boy, my trap house got three floors
Better not fuck around with me, boy
That bullet wound gon′ keloid, why you mad, nigga?

Got your girl goin' up (goin′ up), goin' up right now (right now)
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin′ with designer (yeah)
Red bottoms up right now (right now)
Got a nigga mad ′cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you
Made her life, brand new
And she actin', brand new (brand new, nigga)
Got your girl goin′ up, she goin' up right now (ha)

Pussy open, yours two doors (woo)
Legs up like Aventador (hmm)
Raw nigga, ha, to the core (ha)
Money long, boy broke niggas 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 endorsements, sources and foursomes
Got a bad bitch, so she tourin′, I got money on my lap, yeah
Pistol on my back, yeah, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that? Five hundred on the Lamb′
Goin' up, yeah, I′m pourin' up
Uh, she took too much, now she throwin′ up (ah)
Came out the top and I'm blazin′
Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin'

Got your girl goin′ up (goin′ up), goin' up right now (right now)
She be rockin′ diamonds, fuckin' with designer (yeah)
Red bottoms up right now (right now)
Got a nigga mad ′cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you
Made her life, brand new
And she actin', brand new (brand new, nigga)
Got your girl goin′ up, she goin' up right now (right now)

Screamin' loud, they gon′ call the po-pos on us
She puttin′ shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo, that ass 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'ma do what he won′t do
I bet he won′t sing to you (sing to you)
He ain't even got a ring for you (no), I got you, girl
I′ma make you hit them notes, oh-oh, oh-oh
When I'm in and out, baby, don′t let go
Hey, yeah, yeah

Got your girl goin' up (goin′ up), goin' up right now (right now)
She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin′ with designer (oh-woah)
Red bottoms up right now (right now)
Got a nigga mad ′cause she seen your bitch chose up, not you
Made her life, brand new
And she actin', brand new (brand new, nigga)
Got your girl goin′ up, she goin' up right now (right now)

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