[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Boom, boom, we balling in the room
Sweeping up my competition, call me Mr. Broom
Knocking n***as over, call me bulldozer
One more drink for these b**hes and it's over
Cause I'mma strike that something like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain't taking her to dinner
n***a look at my j**els
Aviator shades I ain't looking at you
*Achoo*, bless me twice
Ill rich n***a, I be sh**ting on your life
Magazine covers, magneem rubbers
I mean magnum, I don't f** with stragglers
n***as want drama, Gangsta Grillz ba*tards
Did you check the caption, lights camera, action
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A n***a beep beep and shawty toot, toot
Blowing out there brains, car need a new roof
Looking like a superstar, when I roll through
And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do?
Now let's ride out, ain't no tripping
When we dipping to my hide-out
Big dipper cause you sipping on my bottle
Only f**ing with them A-listing models
Now let's get it like
Low fitted if you done it then I did it
If you kick it, then I'm with it
We can do this sh** all-night
Your minute don't compare to my limit
When I'm in it
And I get it
I'mma give it to you all night
I'm the sh** yeah I go hard
Don't stand in lines n***a I bogart
Bad boy celebrity cause I'm so large
And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up
[Verse 3: Tyga]
I'm hot motherf**er, get a plate b**h
Don't say sh**, get your face-lift
Rosé b**h let the champagne drip
n***as swag jack but this L.A. sh**
Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout sh**
Snap back them ain't even rare, where the tag at
Wacka** all up in my ear b**h back back
I bag bad b**hes mother f** a Kat Stacks
Yellow n***a, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mask
Get your camera out uh, one flash
Hot beams steady shot clap your a**
Aww, T Raw, I'm so ahh
Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog
Patron top wash straight from the liquor store
I'm turned up, I can't feel my face
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
Holla at me boo, holla at me baby
I'm turned up, I'm super-turned up