T.y.a – Chris Brown

Girl you need to get your money back
You’ve been had, I hope you got a warranty
Cause I been walking ‘round with money bags
In my bag shorty gonna roll with me
Girl you need to get your money back
You’ve been had, I hope you got a warranty
Cause I been walking ‘round with money bags
In my bag shorty gonna roll with me
Go slow promise I can make you beg for more
Put that thing on repeat
So holla holla if you with me
Got dollar dollars if you with me, yeah

Imagine taking trips to Paris, anything that you want girl I’ll get it
You got a banging body anything you wear is sexy baby, lady
Oooh, I wanna kiss you between your thighs
And when I’m licking and I’m touching super bad McLovin, time to go night night bed time

Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch your
Make it clap for me
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles, ankles

Hey mama can you give it to me now?
Cause I can tell you can really give it to me now
Come on girl get loose with me now
Show me something I ain’t never seen, baby
Break it on down for me get it get it girl
Don’t stop right now all I wanna see is you
On top top, on top
On top top, on top

Imagine taking trips to Paris, anything that you want girl I’ll get it
You got a banging body anything you wear is sexy baby, lady
Oooh, I wanna kiss you between your thighs
And when I’m licking and I’m touching super bad McLovin, time to go night night bed time

Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch your
Make it clap for me
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles, ankles

Yeah flow sick I need a motherfucking ambulance
Big knot so my jeans look like hammer pants
Get on the floor lil mama I’mma make ya dance
Hands on ya ankles, three point stance
6 inch heels, are those Balenciagas?
Gimme that poker face, ha Lady Gaga
I’m like Sesame Street gotta eat cookie monster
Girl I can put it on ya, eat it la la la bamba
Nah let me chill low, just like my chain is
150 stacks now my jeweler famous, haha, don’t I make it look easy?
Coolest ni*** in this spot that’s why they call me Breezy

Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch your
Make it clap for me
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles, ankles