[Intro: Tyga]
Yeah
Money comes so fast, the bitches won't last
Uh
[Refrain: Tyga]
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, bust it open, bitch
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, what you workin' with?
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, drop it to the floor
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, bust it on the pole
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Ha, pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Go and pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, babe (Go and pop it for a real nigga)
I'm poppin' all these bottles
So just take that, take that, shake that, shake that (Oh-oh)
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, do it, do it (Doors suicide, they open, bitch)
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, do it, do it (You wanna fly, I'm floatin', bitch)
Do it, do it, babe (Pop it for a real nigga)
Gon' do that shit for a real nigga
Pop it on the floor and try to kill a nigga
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Hey, little mama, I know you ‘bout your paper
And my money, money green, I'm in charge, no captain save her
I'ma provide everythin' you need, no middle man, no in-between
Girl, quit burnin' all of your flight miles, just get on this jet with me
Goddamn
So much money, nigga think I'm pullin' credit card scams
Step up in the spot and bitches know just who I am
You call me dada, I buy my bitches Prada
Eatin' shrimp and lobster, after that, I eat her yaya
Yeah
Money comes so fast, the bitches won't last
Uh
[Refrain: Tyga]
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, bust it open, bitch
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, what you workin' with?
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, drop it to the floor
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, bust it on the pole
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga]
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Ha, pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Go and pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, babe (Go and pop it for a real nigga)
I'm poppin' all these bottles
So just take that, take that, shake that, shake that (Oh-oh)
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, do it, do it (Doors suicide, they open, bitch)
Do it, do it, babe, for me, for me (Pop it for a real nigga)
Do it, do it, do it, do it (You wanna fly, I'm floatin', bitch)
Do it, do it, babe (Pop it for a real nigga)
Gon' do that shit for a real nigga
Pop it on the floor and try to kill a nigga
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Hey, little mama, I know you ‘bout your paper
And my money, money green, I'm in charge, no captain save her
I'ma provide everythin' you need, no middle man, no in-between
Girl, quit burnin' all of your flight miles, just get on this jet with me
Goddamn
So much money, nigga think I'm pullin' credit card scams
Step up in the spot and bitches know just who I am
You call me dada, I buy my bitches Prada
Eatin' shrimp and lobster, after that, I eat her yaya
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