[Intro: Chris Brown] I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more Yeah, niggas be seeing me stunting, know I'm getting all these dollars I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more Nigga still getting these hundreds, know I got all of these
[Chorus: Chris Brown] Damn look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you All I want is you, all I want is you All a nigga want is you Liquor got me stuck babe Now baby tell me what you want to do
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hold up, hold up She was from the Westside, said it was the best side Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Little bit of hood with a swag like Left Eye Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Pussy so good want to put in a rap line Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up I put my face all up in it, get baptized Plus 5, plus 5, she was that fine, go to sleep all in it like nap time She woke up like this with her ass all on me from the backside She want to do the surfboard just tryna be like Beyoncé And if she always do it this good then she might just be my fiancé I want more, I want more and now damn I want yours Thinking like how did we get on the floor? From the couch to the bed when we came in the door And I came from the door like
[Chorus: Chris Brown] Damn look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you All I want is you, all I want is you All a nigga want is you Liquor got me stuck babe Now baby tell me what you want to do Damn look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you All I want is you, all I want is you All a nigga want is you Liquor got me stuck babe Now baby tell me what you want to do
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] What's your name? B.o.B? So, they callin' you Bob? Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the Barb Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm) You don't need a feature? Nigga, I'm the feature You gon' be the priest, and I'm a be the preacher You can be the he-man, I'm a be the she-ra You can be the Grim, I'm a be the Reaper We can pretend that airplanes in the night skies Are like shooting stars? Well, you gon' really need a wish right now When my goons come through and start shooting stars You know, I'm all about shoes and cars I'm kinda drunk off booze Bacardi I told Baby when I get my new advance I'm a blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti You know, I graduated summa cum laude That's why they thinking I'm Illuminati And matter fact, let's kiss and make-up I'll help you escape on my blue Ducati Hallelujah!
[Bridge: Chris Brown] I know that you fake niggas ain't real, ha ain't real That's why we take your girls and make money, make money, get money A double cup and a whole bag of them pills, why? I hear them on the pole and they shake something, shake something, let's get it
[Chorus: Chris Brown] Damn look what you started We done turned my crib into an after party And all I really wanna do, all I really wanna do Is put my hands on your body just roll up with you All I want is you, all I want is you All a nigga want is you Liquor got me stuck babe Now baby tell me what you want to do