[‘Chorus]
Til we get it right we gon' fuck some mo' (‘til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon’ fuck some mo’ (Im'a get it)
I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it)
[verse 1]:youngtreasure
Til we get it right we gone love somemore
I got a radio screwed right in ma door
And i dont never get allowences but i do chores
People hate on me and it ain't nothing major
It will be major when i get a record label
Right now i keep yeelin out lifes lamest
And shout lil moochie when i get a record label
[Chorus]
Til we get it right we gon' fuck some mo' (‘til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon’ fuck some mo’ (Im'a get it)
I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it)
[VERSE 2]:youngtreasure
Why do all you haters keep hatin
I be on the couch loose and then i start plyin
Girl back it up listen to wat i am sayin
Back then wat i been through makes me forget what we arguin about hey......
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
We do it like we rock stars
Sexing in my hotel room, I be so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on doing 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy
Cause we be going back and forth
One minute I hate you, and I love you
That’s just how it is
[Chorus]
Til we get it right we gon' fuck some mo' (‘til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon’ fuck some mo’ (Im'a get it)
I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it)
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Why is it all so complicated
Baby this should be simple, it’s driving me mental
But when you back it up it really drives me crazy
And you know what I’m into, make me forget what we arguing about
Aye
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
We do it like we rock stars
Sexing in my hotel room, I be so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on doing 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy
Cause we be going back and forth
One minute I hate you, and I love you
That’s just how it is
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he don’t know me but he setting up to blow me, uh
Said my Twitter pics remind him of Naomi, uh
On the low I used to holla at his homie, uh
Fuck it, now I’m about to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay, thug prolly, yo come polly
He wanna fuck a bad Dolly and pop Molly
I hope your pockets got a muthafuckin' pot belly
Or is it that you never ball? John Salley
He had the Rolls in his Royce, the tone in his voice
Don’t want a good girl, now hoes is his choice
D-D-Dick on H, pussy on W
Mouth on open, ass on smother you
Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline
Could I be your wife? Naw we could bang though
I got these niggas whipped — call me Django
[Hook: Chris Brown]
‘Til we get it right we gon' fuck some mo' (‘til we get it)
I'mma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it ('til we get it)
'Til we get it right we gon’ fuck some mo’ (Im'a get it)
I'mma get it ('Til get it), 'til we get it (Im'a get it)