Tell Me Smitty (Ft. Chris Brown & Mario)

[Intro: Smitty, Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah
New Smitty (Woo)
Let me know (Uh)
If I push this Maybach, baby
Do you wanna go? (Uh, uh)
And
Big D, we done did it again
If so, ha
We done did it again (Ha)
Should I roll this thing out (Woo)
Free all, we done did it again
Chris Brown, Mario
Or let it go? Tell me

[Verse 1: Smitty, Mario, Chris Brown]
To all my ladies and gents in the club spendin' money for rent
Holla at me 'cause we at it again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, we at it again)
Makin' a killin', better tell 'em who you're with
Money over bitches, stick to the script (Stick to the script)
Drink 'til we sick, so they feed us more liters of Crys' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Out the bottle, swallow, never sip (Never sip, oh)
And this is good as it gets (Come on, come on, come on)
We on some down South playa shit (Woo), this a trip (Hahaha)
And I'ma get fresh for all my women (Oh)
AF1's with the strap, white linen (Oh)
Puff in the back with my dollar stacked up to the ceilin'
You will see when they show me on "How I'm Livin'" (On "How I'm Living", hahaha)
And I'ma take this time to point out
All my mami's and Gucci and the money (Money)
And we can chill on some cool shit, yeah (Come on, come on, come on)
More money than we know what to do with, for real (Huh)