Westside Chris Brown & Tyga

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, a hundred thou', three kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, the mall, you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin' with this big screen
Shit done got crazy on the side lately
Tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo
Know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamonds covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown, penthouse, see the city sleep
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my aesthetics, I love they ass clappin'
It's all sex, we do it the best on the West
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
SLR ordered, that bitch comin' tomorrow
King shit, dome arrows
Who you think you out here for? So come on

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Tyga, Tyga]
I see you workin' that, baby (Yeah)
You need to bring your ass to the Westside (Haha)
Tonight we tryna freak some
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome (Yeah, let's do it), yeah
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon' have a good time
It's a party (Yeah)
Oh, yeah, girl, it's a party
So bring your ass to the Westside