Released: February 20, 2015

Featuring: Wale

Songwriter: Rivelino Melvin Hough Wale Tyga Chris Brown

Producer: Mel & Mus

[Intro: Tyga]
This my shit
This your shit, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Baby, tell me if you're ready, ready for the real thing
You got 'em lined up and runnin' block, but you need a real man
And if I get the chance I'ma ask you when's the last time you've been satisfied
Give me a chance, I'ma show you that I ain't even like them other guys
I'ma wait a bit before I try to kiss it
I do it different than them others guys, I know they be trippin'
I know what you want, so let's get right out of here
Let's go, baby, I'm countin' all my blessings tonight (Yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Tyga]
You saying all the right shit (Yeah)
Ooh, girl, I like it (I like it)
I'm gonna make this night romantic (Oh)
I'm gonna love you, baby (I got)
And I know what you've been dreaming about (I know)
Gonna take advantage of you, it's your shit
Oh, the way you put it on me
It's your shit (I like it), it's your shit
Ooh, baby
Wanna take advantage of you (Yeah)
It's your shit (Ha!)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Sex on the dresser, legs on the leather
Do it so good, might let you rub my necklace
We fuckin' to record just for the record
Nickname Alexis but you don't push a Lexus
V.I. no ordinary shit
Southern part of Euro, spendin' Euros at the camp
Checks waitin' when I land, that's money in advance
Benjamin talk, frankly you don't understand me
My repertoire upper echelon
You should tag along, get your girls involved
What we doin' here is bigger than your bras
Bruh, fuck you hard
I'm a midnight star, David, son of God
When you see the headlights like a fallin' star
Yacht no barge, lookin' like DeBarge
Got a hater so blue like Marge, haha

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Tyga & Wale]
You saying all the right shit (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, girl, I like it (Yeah, keep talkin' that shit, babe, haha)
I'm gonna make this night romantic (I love it, oh)
I'm gonna love you, baby (Yeah, I got)
And I know what you've been dreaming about (You dream about me)
Gonna take advantage of you, it's your shit
Oh, the way you put it on me
It's your shit (I love that shit), it's your shit
Ooh, baby
Wanna take advantage of you
It's your shit

[Verse 3: Wale]
Ayy, it's yo' shit, yo, it's yo' shit, yo
I dope dick her, leave her bow-legged
I'm dope, yes, I know this
The word is my third leg, a bowflex, haha
Time to have sex, yeah
Climb inside her 'gina as I'm in my stretch
I'm dippin' in the 362 with the 57
Soon as she get up in it, she pull the flip on the zipper
I'm different with it (Yes), I can tickle your kidney with it
Miss me with trash, don't kick it with kitty litter (Haha)
You seein' me with CB, the DMV of course (Yeah)
Hit the streets, guarantee the women be abroad (Yeah)
Every Blue Moon (Moon), that's EBM for short
Love the bling and the ring, look like Billie Jean, boy (Ooh-ooh)
Ow! This that Mike Jack' flow
I'ma bite that, spike that, you like now, ghost (Go)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
You saying all the right shit (Yeah)
Ooh, girl, I like it
I'm gonna make this night romantic (Oh)
I'm gonna love you, baby (I got)
And I know what you've been dreaming about
Gonna take advantage of you, it's your shit
Oh, the way you put it on me
It's your shit, it's your shit
Ooh, baby
Wanna take advantage of you
It's your shit