T.Y.A lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro: DJ Drama]
Yep!
Rhythm & Streets
Gangsta Grillz

[Verse 1: Chris Brown, DJ Sense, DJ Drama]
Girl, you need to get your money back
You've been had, I hope you got a warranty ('ty)
'Cause I been walking 'round with money bags
(DJ Drama, f*ck these n*ggas up!)
In my bag, shawty gonna roll with me (Ow!)
Girl, you need to get your money back
You've been had, I hope you got a warranty ('ty)
'Cause I been walking 'round with money bags
In my bag, shawty need to 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, yeah

[Pre-Chrous: Chris Brown]
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
Ooh-ooh-oh
I wanna kiss you between your thighs
And when I'm licking and I'm touching
Super bad, McLovin
Time to go night night, bedtime
[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both]
Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your—
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch you, h-h-h-hands—
Make it clap for me
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles
H-H-H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
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 somethin' 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 (Babe)
On top, top, on top (Yeah)

[Pre-Chrous: Chris Brown]
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
Ooh-ooh-oh
I wanna kiss you between your thighs
And when I'm licking and I'm touching
Super bad, McLovin
Time to go night night, bedtime
[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both]
Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your—
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch you, h-h-h-hands—
Make it clap for me
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles
H-H-H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles

[Verse 3: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall]
Yeah, flow sick, I need a motherf*ckin' ambulance
Big knob so my jeans look like Hammer pants (Trendsetter)
(A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles)
Yeah, flow sick, I need a motherf*ckin' ambulance
Flow sick, I need a motherf*ckin' ambulance
Big knob so my jeans look like Hammer pants
Get on the floor, lil' mama, I'ma make ya dance
Hands on your ankles, three-point stance
Six-inch heels, are those Balenciaga?
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 though, just like my chain is
Hunnid-fifty stacks, now my jeweler famous
Haha, don't I make it look easy?
Coolest n*gga in this spot, that's why they call me Breezy
[Chorus: Kevin McCall, Chris Brown, Both]
Make your hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your—
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your, hands touch you, h-h-h-hands—
Make it clap for me
H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
Hands touch your ankles
H-H-H-H-H-Hands touch your ankles, hands touch your ankles
A-A-Ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles, a-a-ankles

[Outro]
Gangsta
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