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  • 作词 : Derrick Johnson
    作曲 : Derrick Johnson
    [Intro]
    Jahlil Beats, holla at me

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    Uh, boom, boom, we ballin' in the room
    Sweepin' up my competition, call me Mr. Broom
    Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer
    One more drink for these bi****, then it's over
    'Cause I'ma strike that somethin' 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
    Achoo, bless me twice
    Ill rich nigga, I be sh*****' on your life (Ha)
    Magazine covers, magneem rubbers
    I mean Magnum, I don't **** with stragglers
    Niggas want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
    Did you check the caption? Lights camera, action

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    A nigga beep beep 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 f*****' with them A-listin' models
    Now let's get it like
    Low fitted, if you done it, then I did it
    If you kick it, then I'm with it
    We can do this ish all night
    Your limit don't compare to my limit
    When I'm in it and I get it
    I'ma give it to you all night
    I'm the sh**, ha, yeah, I go hard
    Don't stand in lines, nigga, I bogart
    Bad boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large
    And don't need no battery 'cause I'm in charge

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up

    [Verse 3: Tyga]
    Ha, I'm hot mother****er, get a plate, bitch
    Don't say shit (Uh), get your face-lift
    Rosé bitch, let the champagne drip
    Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit (Uh)
    Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit
    Snapback, them ain't even rare, where the tag at?
    Oh, wackass all up in my ear, bitch, back back
    I bag bad bitches, mother**** a Kat Stacks, haha
    Yellow nigga, no cabs (No cabs)
    Got the Phantom out, uh, no mask (No mask)
    Get your camera out, uh, one flash
    Hot beams steady shot, cl-cl-clap your ass
    Uh, T Raw, I'm so uh
    Locs on, Chucks low, black beanie dog
    Patrón top wash straight from the liquor store
    I'm turnt up (Turnt up), I can't feel my face so...

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
  • 作词 : Derrick Johnson
    作曲 : Derrick Johnson
    [Intro]
    Jahlil Beats, holla at me

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    Uh, boom, boom, we ballin' in the room
    Sweepin' up my competition, call me Mr. Broom
    Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer
    One more drink for these bi****, then it's over
    'Cause I'ma strike that somethin' 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
    Achoo, bless me twice
    Ill rich nigga, I be sh*****' on your life (Ha)
    Magazine covers, magneem rubbers
    I mean Magnum, I don't **** with stragglers
    Niggas want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
    Did you check the caption? Lights camera, action

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    A nigga beep beep 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 f*****' with them A-listin' models
    Now let's get it like
    Low fitted, if you done it, then I did it
    If you kick it, then I'm with it
    We can do this ish all night
    Your limit don't compare to my limit
    When I'm in it and I get it
    I'ma give it to you all night
    I'm the sh**, ha, yeah, I go hard
    Don't stand in lines, nigga, I bogart
    Bad boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large
    And don't need no battery 'cause I'm in charge

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up

    [Verse 3: Tyga]
    Ha, I'm hot mother****er, get a plate, bitch
    Don't say shit (Uh), get your face-lift
    Rosé bitch, let the champagne drip
    Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit (Uh)
    Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit
    Snapback, them ain't even rare, where the tag at?
    Oh, wackass all up in my ear, bitch, back back
    I bag bad bitches, mother**** a Kat Stacks, haha
    Yellow nigga, no cabs (No cabs)
    Got the Phantom out, uh, no mask (No mask)
    Get your camera out, uh, one flash
    Hot beams steady shot, cl-cl-clap your ass
    Uh, T Raw, I'm so uh
    Locs on, Chucks low, black beanie dog
    Patrón top wash straight from the liquor store
    I'm turnt up (Turnt up), I can't feel my face so...

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
    I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up