How Many Times

Dj Khaled

[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Pour a cup for the b*tches that ain't scared to get down
Get down, get down
How many times I got 'em?
Light another for the b*tch who's just only in town for the weekend

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll f*ck you right, have you walking from side to side
You know how a n*gga 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?
I'll f*ck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?

[Lil Wayne:]
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 d*ck is our recognition
I don't mind paying that commission
Is you with the sh*t or nah?
If we ain't f*cking then b*tch, bon voyage
How many times? I said how many times?
Too many times and b*tch I ain't got time

[Hook]

[Big Sean:]
Okay phone off the hook, yeah that b*tch 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
P*ssy 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 sh*t 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 p*ssy, f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?

[Bridge]

[Chris Brown:]
I see these b*tches in supperclub
N*ggas 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 d*ck 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 p*ssy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me
She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up
You wanna f*ck with a thug
Now I see all these b*tches 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 b*tches lit, dropping that ass to a split
Talking 'bout me, I'm the sh*t
I just get down for the money, the b*tches, and cars
And my n*ggas, they whipping the bricks

[Hook]