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Artist: Tyga & Chris Brown
Album:  Fan of a Fan: The Album
Song:   She Goin' Up
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Chris Brown]
Yeah, found her, you see her?

Hah, 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 gon' keloid, why you mad, nigga?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Got your girl goin' up (goin' up!) goin' up right now (right now!)
She be rockin' diamonds
Fuckin' with designer (yeah!) Red Bottoms up right now (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 (right now!)

Yeah, AHH~!
Pussy open, yours two doors
Legs up like Aventador
Raw nigga (ahh~!) 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, yeah she tourin', I got money on my lap
Yeah, pistol on my back, yeah, steaks on my tab
Fuck you know about that 500 on the Lamb'?
Damn, goin' up, yeah, I'm pourin' up
Uh, she took too much now she throwin' up
Hah, came out the top and I'm blazin'
Worldwide nigga, it's amazin' - AHH~!

[Chorus] w/ ad-libs

[Chris Brown]
Screamin' loud, they gon' call the po'-po's on us
She puttin' shit up her nose, she in love with the coco
Dámelo 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 don't even got a ring for you; I got you, girl
I'ma make you hit them notes "ooh, ooh"
When I'm in and out, baby don't let go
Yeah yeah, yeah

[Chorus] w/ ad-libs