Chris Brown — Roll the Dice

[Chorus: Chris Brown] Girl, this love's amazing Kissing, let’s get it, get at me, do that shit Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe? You wanna smoke with me, get faded Fuck slowing down Pick it up, pick it up, roll In my bed, it's going down Can I get you all alone? Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight ’Cause I'm 'bout that life Want all night, that'll change your life Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up) (Haha, leggo!) And you my lucky number (Look, look) I'ma roll the dice [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Okay, I'm rollin' and rollin’ and takin’ a chance Throwin' this money and makin’ her dance My clothes different, I smoke different That top flight, that Peter Pan But I gotta bigger booty in my face right now Big tig ol' bitties and her waist slimmed down And she pullin' on my hands, lookin' in my pants A nigga ’bout to give her all this money right now (Okay) Lay down, lay down backwards Lick it, write my name in cursive This spell out some bad words Own it like I own it She hop it on it, ride it backwards Girl, don't stop doin' that damn thing Throwin' all these dead presidents 'Cause that pussy is my campaign Vote for it, vote for it, that yaya Girl, that cookie make a nigga go broke for it, broke for it I know you wet, I ain't ever gon' let you drown That's what a real nigga got a boat for, boat for 10 car garages, let's have a ménage And let's get it poppin' in a four-door, four-door I started makin' it rain But I got so much ice on, I'ma make a snow storm It's awfully cloudy, in my section I'm smokin' maui Blowin' four O's, that's an Audi R8, no license plates A nigga was born in '89, how the fuck we spendin' money from '88? I guess that means that I'm before my time And I'm first place and you a second late, yikes! [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall] Girl, this love's amazing Kissing, let's get it, get at me, do that shit Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe? You wanna smoke with me, get faded Fuck slowing down Pick it up, pick it up, roll In my bed, it's going down Can I get you all alone? Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll the dice) 'Cause I'm 'bout that life Want all night, that'll change your life Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice, roll the dice tonight (Roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up) (Yeah, yeah) And you my lucky number I'ma roll the dice [Verse 2: Kevin McCall] Look, K-Mac comin' straight from the eighties (Eighties) A nigga dabbled in crack in the eighties (Eighties) Callin' out all the single, pretty ladies Which one of y'all wanna have my pretty babies? (Babies) Oh, I think it's you (You) Or maybe even you but I like her too (Too) All y'all cute so a nigga can't lose (Lose) I'ma roll the dice, daddy need a new pair of shoes (Pair of shoes) They the new black ones that I got from Louis (Louis) Big house, big broad, livin' in the boonies (Boonies) I be so fly, yeah, I got the honies (Honies) And they give me good brain, I don't fuck with dummies (Fuck with dummies) You know you got that fire, why you trippin'? (Why you trippin'?) Take a look around you, you ain't got no competition, huh (Competition)