[Chris Brown] Uh, Boom, Boom We ballin' in the room Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom Knockin' niqqaz over, call me bulldozer One more drink for these hoes and it's over 'Cause I'm a strike that's something like a cobra I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her And right after I get her, she know she with a winner And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner (Ha) Nigga look at my jewels Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you Ah chu, bless me twice Be a rich nigga I be shitin' on your life Magazine covers, magnem rubbers I mean magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers Niggaz want drama Gangsta Grillz bastards Did you check the caption? Lights, camera, action Chorus (x2) Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up [Chris Brown] A nigga beat (beat) And shawty toot (toot) Blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do? Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin' When we dippin' to my hide-out Big dipper cause you sippin' on my bottle Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models Now let's get it like... Low fitted it If you done it Then I did it If you kick it Then I'm with it We can do this shit all night Your minute don't compare to my limit When I'm in it And I get it I'm a give it to you all night I'm the shit Yeah I go hard Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart Fat boy celebrity cause I'm so large And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge Chorus (x2) [Tyga] (Ha) I'm hot mo'fucka, get a plate bitch Don't say shit, get your face-lift Rose rich let tha champagne drip Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit Get it back, give it back Ain't 'bout shit Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at? Wack-ass all up in my ear bitch bag back I bag bad bitches mothafuck a Kat Stacks Yellow nigga, no cabs Got the phantom out, no mats Get your camera out uh, one flash Hot beams steady shot clap your ass Aww T. raw I'm so ahh Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog Patron top wash straight from the liquor store I'm turnt up I can't feel my face... so Chorus (x2)