New Flame (feat. Usher & Rick Ross) - Chris Brown

Yeah (I'ma need some lovin') Lemme see what you got baby (So lemme see you) Usher, baby I hear you, yeah (I'ma need some lovin') Rock with me F-- with me Yeah Hey girl, I'm debating if I should take you home Should I take you home? I don't mean to keep you waiting But I just gotta know if you're ready She say she wanna take her skirt off, be my guest I decided to take my shirt off, and show my chest And we've been sipping on that Merlot So you know what's next Perfect intermissions, switchin' positions We so explicit, oh You've been saying all night long That you couldn't wait to get me home alone What you gon' do to me? Don't talk about it, be about it Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see Girl, I can't wait to get you home Talk a good game, man, come on Hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me Quit talkin' 'bout it, be about it Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see I'll be anticipating What you would do to me What you gon' do to me Sex education Hands on when you're with me Can you handle me? Yeah She say she wanna take her skirt off, be my guest I decided to take my shirt off, and show my chest And we've been sipping on that Merlot So you know what's next Perfect intermissions, switching positions We so explicit, oh You've been saying all night long That you couldn't wait to get me home alone What you gon' do to me? Don't talk about it, be about it Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see Girl, I can't wait to get you home Talk a good game, man, come on Hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me Quit talkin' 'bout it, be about it Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see Got on all my ice, talkin' cash sh-- Been ballin' all my life, Lamborghini's, fast whips She down to ride and deserves a boss who down to provide We run the streets but on G5s, I'm talkin' fly Boots and blue jeans, Cartier, newer rings You with a big boy, so we do the big things Had to valet park it, chanel hoodie on Looking like Trayvon Martin, George Zimmerman, I'm wanted She on my wanted poster, Ciroc in my mimosa I'm ballin' like LeBron, we shopping in Milan The 458 Ferrari I park it on the lawn I let her meet my tongue, she blew up like a bomb The sex is so explosive, her stuff is supersonic She my new addiction, I swear I'm through with- Rozay and Usher Raymond, girl, we the hottest Rockin' the most ice, I said we the hottest You've been saying all night long That you couldn't wait to get me home alone What you gon' do to me? Don't talk about it, be about it Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see I can't wait to get you home Talk a good game, man, come on Hollerin' 'bout what you gon' do to me Quit talkin' 'bout it, be about it Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see You bluffin' (I'ma need some lovin') I'ma need that (It's all or nothing) All or nothing (So lemme see it) Lemme see it, uh (Bluffin') You scared (I'ma need some lovin') You scared Usher, baby (It's all or nothing) All or nothing (So lemme see it)

I'll hold you remix (this the remix) I'll hold you remix You are, you are Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you down I'll hold you down, I'm on my way My mama told me (you are) make sure you got a rider beside you Even if you ain't have all the money, fame and the power So I found her, fly shit, I jump up out her I pick her low valley, she rock with me, it don't matter There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now I'mma get money, nigga, smell it on my gear Black bottle, boy, baller hood billionaire Boots in the mud, now it's marble floors Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's door Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and gone How could I let you down if you never hit the phone? Then they gave him all his money, make you go insane We fucked the game, she said she knew that I would never change Trap star, two bricks in the match box Gold D's, fat boy, peanut butter top I wanna spend a night with Jessica White But is a dopeboy really Jessica type? There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now I'll hold you remix (I'll hold you, I'll hold you) I'll hold you remix now I'm on my way to hold you down We the best Yeah, we the best at holding it down) She said he don't hold her down right Some day she'll be done with him I say there's 7 days in the week, some day ain't one of them You gotta know your work, baby, don't give 'em no discount All of mine are dime, you see a nine, it was a miscount And I'm the one to tell a bitch to bounce I'm the one who getting this amount I'm the one with this foreign shit Name still getting mispronounced Hold up, who you held down? When you ever put bail down? I'mma keep picking money up like the motherfucker fell down It's an us versus y'all thing, we a small gang Just the two of us, baby, but we all bang Bang, bang, bang like what set you claim And when they asked me that, baby, you know I said your name There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now I'll hold you remix (I'll hold you, I'll hold you) I'll hold you remix now I'm on my way to hold you down Keys to the whip, key to the mansion I fuck you while counting money, I'm just that romantic See we be Bonnie and Clyde and I keep that heat like Adonis And if it ever go down I know you won't snitch to your honor That's why you draped in designer, Chanel and all kind of shit She with the realest and all 'em lames are too counterfeit It's been a long time and she's still holding me down (This the remix) Nevermind the hoes I've been fucking with that's out of town (let's ride) I done been through hell, had ups and downs But in the long run still here I apologize for when I be talking that freak shit in the air She still moaning, I know you want it, I go to switching that gear On everything, she never changed for real That's why There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now

It was all a dream Yeah, homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team And I got all of my niggas behind me And they, give me the love I need Yeah, I got my foot in the door Still hustling for more Checking the game Now I'm back in the light Yeah, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up Hey, I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired I am absolutely positively on my grizzy Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy Started sixty two, what ended up a Frisbee And me I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me Now my club so white, you thought I brought Jermaine with me About to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me I give it all up before I let the fame get me I got niggas trying to sue me, bitches trying to do me Way these niggas acting, you would thought they never knew me But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up Somebody catch his chain I'm about to tear his head off Shawty bending over, know I'm about to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claiming victory Get you out the White House, so back to your efficiency Suckers feel me, and I know you haters hear me Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm making yearly Let them brown bags circulate, so why perpetrate? We shining than the bottom because we're down to twerkulate Looking at the parking lot, better get your mind right Oh, you better be broke because the time's right Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them He leaned over and told just don't retire on them And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them And when they love you to death, just never die on them And the question still remains Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain? Niggas dedicating overtime, but damaging my name And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game I'm happy to be back man... I'm tired of these haters That's why I go hard like AC Slater Weezy Baby here, y'all prenatal I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado Uh, I'm sick of being criticized That's why I'm higher than the Star Trek Enterprise I do it big, don't be mad because you minimized I keep a red flag case I get penalized Uh, it's Young Money like you didn't know Stop playing, I hit Drizzy with the give and go It was all a dream, now we the Dream Team Who trying to see us? You seeing things Hustle like I still pay rent man Got a chest full of heart no tin man Uh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I'm fed up Flow wake the dead up Weezy Yeah, how about I've been in this biz breaking records since '94 So I ain't got to brag about records that I've brought Records that I hold Records that I've sold Man I'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo Yeah, don't bite the hand of your provider You say that I ain't influence you you're a liar I'm on fire, you're just a lighter You're going to wake up and realize