Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Songwriter
Esteban Crandle
Esteban Crandle
Songwriter
Aaron Rogers
Aaron Rogers
Songwriter
Rashard Johnson
Rashard Johnson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antwan Thompson
Antwan Thompson
Producer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
The Breed
The Breed
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, a hundred thou', three kilos, my chain is illegal
My life a Tarantino, the mall, you in the sequel
It's big dollars fuckin' with this big screen
Shit done got crazy on the side lately
Tell her don't scream, kick it like dojo
Know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy leak
Hood Mona Lis', model for me in that lingerie
Diamonds covered rosary, say a prayer then I eat
Downtown, penthouse to the city sleek
All six bitches still high from last week
Back at it, the routine is automatic
They love my aesthetics, I love they ass clapping
It's all sex, we do it the best on the West
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
S-L-R ordered, that bitch coming tomorrow
King shit dome arrows, we think you out here fool
So come on
[Verse 2]
I see you working that, baby, yeah
You need to bring your ass to the West side
Tonight we tryna freak something
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome, let's do it
Yeah
[Verse 3]
So tell me, girl, what you drinking?
We gon' have a good time
It's a party, go and get it, girl
It's a party, so bring your ass to the West side
[Verse 4]
Look, Virginia **** on the California king size
Pull your panties to the left, let a G slide
Bonnie and Clyde, ride or die, this what you need, right?
Her daddy OG, she grew up on the East side
Bumping and humping like it's nothing, feel like an asthmatic
Sixty-nine her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes, I love that ass clapping
A **** looking surprised, she got my name tatted
She a fan, fuck any **** affiliated
Went from drug dealers in sports, this bitch done graduated
But I deal with her, and let her think she made it
I'ma spend it all, shit, I'm just playing, baby
A hundred K for the strippers, just me and my ****
After that we party with bitches and sipping on liquor
In LA, them **** let them Tek's fly
Shit, that's how we do it on the West side
[Verse 5]
I see you working that, baby, baby
You need to bring your ass to the West side, fuck, girl
Tonight we tryna freak something
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome, yeah
[Verse 6]
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon' have a good time
It's a party, ah, yeah, girl
It's a party, so bring your ass to the West side
[Verse 7]
If you ready just give me a sign, girl
'Cause that body looks amazing
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
[Verse 8]
Girl, I'm falling in love tonight (Tonight)
My hand up your thigh (Your thigh)
You see, don't give a fuck tonight (Tonight)
Girl, show you right (Show you right)
Let's not waste our time (Uh)
Like it's a nine to five (Don't wanna waste time)
Me and you bump together
And getting freaky on the West side
[Verse 9]
And girl, I see you
I see you working that, baby, baby
You need to bring your ass to the West side
Tonight we tryna freak something
Bring a friend, bring a friend, it's a threesome, baby
[Verse 10]
So tell me, girl, what you drink?
We gon' have a good time, we gon' have a good time
It's a party, ah, yeah, girl
It's a party, so bring your ass to the West side
Written by: Aaron Rogers, Alexis Marie Johnson, Antwan Thompson, Chris Brown, Esteban Crandle, Michael Ray Stevenson, Rashard Johnson, Victor Johnson
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