How Many Times Lyrics - Big Sean

Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down 

Get down, get down 

How many times I gotta? 

Light another for the bitches who's just only in town 

For the weekend, ohh 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side 

You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time 

You know how I feel about waiting in line 

You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time 

You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

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I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side 

How many times? 

How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur? 

Think about it, think it over, everything is gon' be kosher 

Call me when you getting closer 

If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya? 

Don't send me no naked pictures 

If I can't get naked with ya 

This dick deserve recognition 

I don't mind paying that commission 

Is you with the shit or nah? 

If we ain't fucking then bitch, bon voyage 

How many times? I said how many times? 

Too many times and bitch I ain't got time 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side 

You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time 

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You know how I feel about waiting in line 

You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time 

You'll only ditch him for a moment in time, take it in stride 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side 

How many times? 

Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won't stop blinking 

I'll pick up for you though on the second ring 

You've been drinking and drinking, you're drinking for fun 

And you drink for a reason 

Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you're leaving 

Calling shots refereeing, no drama 

Pussy so wet I'mma need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining 

Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeaning 

I'm dodging the leeches, I'm signing agreements 

I'm signing new artists, I sell out arenas 

Swimming with the dolphins on the Dan Marino 

Wine mixing, this shit like the Catalina 

B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease 

I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya 

Dream about the pussy, fuck it I'm a dreamer 

Hold me down but don't hold me back like I need you to, damn 

I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade 

I put it on the wall and promised it'd be this way 

She fuck me like she want the rent paid 

Like she want that Oscar De La Renta 

I slow it down like it's her favourite ballad 

Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it 

Straight up 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side 

How many times? 

Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down 

Get down, get down 

How many times I gotta? 

Light another for the bitches who's just only in town 

For the weekend, ohh 

I see these bitches in Supperclub 

Niggas got me throwing bottles up 

Bottles with all of my homies 

I'm feeling generous, throwing my money 

She said she wanted the molly love 

I gave her the dick but I'm not in love 

I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm boning 

Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning 

Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open 

Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me 

She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up 

You wanna fuck with a thug 

Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing 

Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone 

Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free 

I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it 

He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks 

Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split 

Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit 

I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars 

And my niggas, they whipping the bricks 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? 

I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side 

How many times?