Rumba Quinto

[Intro:]
I need you. [×8]

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We poppin' like ayo!
All my bitches got real hair, chillin' with the top down,
Screamin' like ayo!
Imma take her ass down when she bring her friend around,
Fuck ‘em both like ayo!
I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home,
We poppin' like ayo! Ayo! Ayo!
But don't be actin' like I need you.

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ah! Aye, babe, this my new shit,
I'm the black Richie Rich with the roof missin',
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense,
Z, wake up like I gotta get it.
And I got an engine full of trunk space,
I get money three ways, fuckin' bitches three ways,
Seven different foreigns, plus she no hablé,
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake.
Yeah, I'm the coldest nigga, icy,
Lookin' in the mirror like I wish I can be me,
She too into me, I'm more into money,
My hobby's her body, that pussy's my lobby.
Imma eat it, Imma eat it,
I don't lie, hope my dick's too conceited,
Uh, told her she's my wife for the weekend,
But don't be actin' like I need you, ‘cause

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We poppin' like ayo!
All my bitches got real hair, chillin' with the top down,
Screamin' like ayo!
Imma take her ass down when she bring her friend around,
Fuck ‘em both like ayo!
I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home,
We poppin' like ayo! Ayo! Ayo!
But don't be actin' like I need you.

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I'm in a Rolls, you don't roll right,
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light,
I'm tryna fuck Coco, this don't concern Ice,
If I motorboat, she gon' motorbike.
A nigga ain't worried ‘bout nothing,
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fuckin',
Money, decision-making, only worried about stuntin',
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing.
I wanna see her body,
She said, ‘Get inside of me.'
I wanna feel you baby, yeah!
Just bring the animal right out of me,
We lovin', she love it,
Specially when I go down on her,
Now we fuckin', she thuggin',
Gettin' loud, ‘cause...

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We poppin' like ayo!
All my bitches got real hair, chillin' with the top down,
Screamin' like ayo!
Imma take her ass down when she bring her friend around,
Fuck ‘em both like ayo!
I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home,
We poppin' like ayo! Ayo! Ayo!
But don't be actin' like I need you.

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Tyga]
Huh, look, alright,
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away,
Valentine in that pussy, it's a holiday,
Uh, you losin' money, I win mills, Dr. J!
She goin' to follow my lead, Simon Says.
Paper, paper, I'm ridin' scrapers in California,
Car smellin' like ammonia, we got that stank on us.
Never been an outcast that stank on ya,
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia!
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican,
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians!
And my section less niggas, more lesbians!
Got your bitch, I'm that nigga, yeah!

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
We poppin' like ayo!
All my bitches got real hair, chillin' with the top down,
Screamin' like ayo!
Imma take her ass down when she bring her friend around,
Fuck ‘em both like ayo!
I'm a bougie ass nigga, left the roof at home,
We poppin' like ayo! Ayo! Ayo!
But don't be actin' like I need you.

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, king shit only,
Drop top, no roof, ah!