Chris Brown - Studio (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown] I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you, baby But this song so f**in' dope that its hard not for me to blaze it But tell the truth, wish it was you, in this booth that I can play with Let me see what I got [Chris Brown] I be banging all on that beat 808, she got the ba** when her booty shake She got her friends with her And they a sight to see All that bu*t, don't let it go to waste All this Hennessy, the liquor, 'bout to penetrate While I'm pushing Lamborghini's on the interstate I long-stroke her, I'ma go for hours You minute-made like lemonade I'm fresh as hell in these Margielas As I skate pa**, better than veterans Bipolar cold, give me the medicine My chain too bright, no Thomas Edison When I pull it out, chick nervous Better ride this wave - chick, surf it Girl, you better keep them legs open The only thing you close is them curtains And she only got time for a brother if I take her out to eat A brother really gotta motivate Man, that's too much work for the kitty I don't work for the kitty, really don't communicate I'd rather lick it like a dinner plate I'd rather keep my money in a safe Man, I ain't got time to play I need it now, not a minute late And she blowing up my line on the cellular She wanna lock a brother down, on the regular Talking crazy to me like she own it But I don't trust her as far as I can throw her Momma told me to find a keeper But I switch like designer sneakers A girl with the finest features Every brother wanna talk to her But I got her first, finders keepers Violins in the back, is my theme music Her booty on my mind, I dream booty Any __ wanna ___ my ___ Then its off with his head, how kings do it My rings ruby Red bandana, I stay woopin' Got too many cribs, I stay movin' Three Lambos, I stay coupin' Yeah, but you don't hear me though Virginia to the Westside My car foreign, the girl sit on the left side Smokin' weed on the plane, that's the best high Gotta sign the waiver 'fore I let her fly It's helipads on the boat Chilling in the South of France, Saint-Tropez, Nice, Monaco But nothing compare to what's in my pants Girl, stop playing!