Girl You Loud Chris Brown & Tyga

[Intro: Tyga]
(Drumma Boy)
Yeah
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 morn'
Makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin'
Uh, wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin'
Niggas won't ride for you, yeah

[Chorus: 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
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]
Yeah, 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, 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 and go again ('Gain)
Lookin' at this mess we made, but I can't take the blame