Chris Brown — Studio Freestyle

[Intro] Oh, we got this beat? [Chorus] I'm just sitting in the studio just tryna get to you, baby Oh, song so f'ing dope, girl, it's hard not for me to blaze it, let's go To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I could play with Huh, aight, let me see, let me see what I got [Verse] Okay, I be bangin' all on that beat 808, she got the bass when her booty shake She got her friends with her and they a sight to see All that butt, don't let it go to waste All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate While I'm pushin' Lamborghini's on the interstate I long-stroke her, I'ma go for hours You minute-made like lemonade I'm fresh as hell in these Margielas As I skate pass, better than veterans Bipolar cold, give me the medicine My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison When I pull it out, chick nervous Better ride this wave, chick, surf it Girl, you better keep them legs open Only thing you close is these curtains Ha, and she only got time for a brother if I take her out to eat A brother really gotta motivate Man, that's too much work for the kitty, I don't work for the kitty Really don't communicate Ha, I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate I'd rather keep my money in a safe Man, I ain't got time to play I need it now, not a minute late Now she blowin' up my line on the cellular She wanna lock a brother down, on the regular Talkin' crazy to me like she own it But I don't trust her as far as I can throw her Huh, momma told me to find a keeper But I switch like designer sneakers A girl with the finest features Every brother wanna talk to her, but I got her first, finders keepers Violins in the back, is my theme music Her booty on my mind, I dream booty Any __ wanna ___ my ___ Then it's off with his head, how kings do it My ring's ruby Red bandana, I stay woopin' Got too many cribs, I stay movin' Three Lambos, I stay coupin' Yeah, but you don't hear me though Virginia to the Westside My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side I smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high She gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly Huh, it's helipads on the boat Chillin' in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco But nothin' compare to what's in my pants, girl, stop playin'