Put Your Lighters Up (Solo Version) Chris Brown

[Chorus]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Yeah)
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Ha, look)
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up (Leggo)
Put your hands in the air right now

[Verse]
Picture you butt-naked on some hundred-thousand-dollar sheets (Oh)
Hunnid miles per hour, blood pumpin', dammit, you a freak
G-girl, I love your booty, goin' HAM on your booty meat
G-girl, just watch me do it as I Dougie on your booty cheeks (Yeah)
I'm gone, they say I'm flyer than a bitch
Hydraulics in my car, nigga, watch me hit the switch
But oh, no, I think my brain's on slow-mo (Slow-mo)
I wear my own shit, and fuck your logos (Ha)
I'm Audi five-thousi like four O's
And I don't wear clothes, I call it wardrobe

[Interlude]
Put your lighters up, put your lighters up

[Bridge]
We poppin' bottles in the club and (Hey!)
Look at the ladies all up on us now (Ah!)
Could give a fuck about a hater (Ah!)
Countin' all this paper (Ah! Ah!)
Tell the DJ to play it back now (Ah! Ah!)
Come, girl, if you lonely (Ah!)
And you know you wanna whine with me, girl (Oh!)
And move your hips and sway (Oh!)
Pull up, pull up, DJ (Oh!)
Put your lighters in the air right now (Boom!)