DJ KhaledHow Many Times

[Bridge: Chris Brown] Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I got 'em? Light another for the bitch who's just only in town for the weekend [Hook: Chris Brown] How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time You know how I feel about waiting in line You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over? How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur? Think about it, think it over, everything is gon' be kosher Call me when you getting closer If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya? Don't send me no naked pictures If I can't get naked with ya This dick is our recognition I don't mind paying that commission Is you with the shit or nah? If we ain't fucking then bitch, bon voyage How many times? I said how many times? Too many times and bitch I ain't got time [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sean] Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won't stop blinking I'll pick up for you though on the second ring You've been drinking and drinking, you're drinking for fun And you drink for a reason Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you're leaving Calling shots refereeing, no drama Pussy so wet I'mma need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeaning I'm dodging the leeches, I'm signing agreements I'm signing new artists, I sell out arenas Swimming with the dolphins on the Dan Marino Wine mixing, this shit like the Catalina B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya Dream about the pussy, fuck it I'm a dreamer Hold me down but don't hold me back like I need you to, damn I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade I put it on the wall and promised it'd be this way She fuck me like she want the rent paid Like she want that Oscar De La Renta I slow it down like it's her favourite ballad Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it Straight up [Hook (partial)] How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? [Bridge] [Verse 3: Chris Brown] I see these bitches in supperclub Niggas got me throwing bottles up Bottles with all of my homies I'm feeling generous, throwing my money She said she wanted the molly love I gave her the dick but I'm not in love I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm boning Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up You wanna fuck with a thug Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars And my niggas, they whipping the bricks [Hook]
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