She Goin' Up Lyrics - Fan Of A Fan: The Album - Chris Brown

Now usually I don't do this 

But a nigga wanna trip so I'ma take a nigga's bitch 

Yeah, got 200 on the dash 

A couple hundreds in my pocket but my credit card rich 

Every night is somethin' different 

I started poppin' pills with no prescription 

24/7 on a mission 

I'm the man with these bitches, if you watchin', pay attention 

You shoulda left her in the kitchen 

Now she cookin' up my mama's favorite dishes 

She used to kiss it for you, now she swallow me 

Now she missin', got your nigga reminiscin' 

Why you textin'? She complainin', you be stressin' 

With your weak ass cuffin', said she feel like she arrested 

I told her, "do better", said she's open for suggestions 

I said, "Come over to the crib and put your panties on my dresser" 

And I don't really care 

I know shit gon' hit the fan like a booty in the air 

I'm with her, fuckin' up the sheets now 

If your nigga bring his ass over here he gettin' beat down 

Pause, nigga don't act like we boys 

I bought a strap from a d-boy, my trap house got three floors 

Better not fuck around with me, boy 

That bullet wound [?], why you mad, nigga? 

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Got your girl goin' up, goin' up right now 

She be rockin' diamonds, fuckin' with designer 

Red bottoms up right now 

Got a nigga mad cause she seen your bitch chose up 

Not you, made her life, brand new 

She actin', brand new 

Your girl goin' up, goin' up right now 

Pussy open, yours two doors 

Legs up like Aventador 

Raw nigga to the core 

Money long, boy broke niggas gon' snore 

And I'm fresh out the store 

I just bought it cause I'm bored 

All up on the news in my new girl couture 

They don't sell that at Nordstroms, imported, important 

Tax out the border, the cash flow enormous 

Dubai and endorsements, sources and foursomes 

Got a bad bitch, so she [?], I got money on my lap 

Pistol on my back, steaks on my tab 

Fuck you know about that? 500 hundred on the Lamb' 

Goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up 

She took too much, now she throwin' up 

Came out the top and I'm blazin' 

Worldwide, nigga, it's amazin' 

Screamin' loud, they gon' call the popos on us 

She wouldn't shut up, but no, she in love with the coco 

[?] that ass goin' loco 

And I ain't gon' interrupt her dancin' 

Cause she turnin' up right now 

Do your thing, we gon' party all night long, baby 

I'ma do what he won't do 

I bet he won't sing to you 

He ain't even got a ring for you 

I got you, girl 

I'ma make you hit them notes 

When I'm in and out, baby don't let go