Chris Brown, Nicki Minaj - Love More lyrics

'Til we get it i'ma get it
'Til we get it 'Til we get it
I'ma get it 'Til we get it

You say all you need is consistent love
When I try, I swear it's never enough
I messed up
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us
Baby, you let go and I pull you back
I let go, you ain't havin' that

We do it like rock stars (Oh)
Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh) shades on
Doin' ninety-five with the top down
I might sound crazy (Oh)
'Cause we be goin' back and forth
One minute I hate you, then I love you
That's how it is

‘Til we get it right, we gon' fuck some more
('Til we get it) i'ma get it (I'ma get it)
'Til we get it ('Til we get it)
‘Til we get it right, we gon' fuck some more
(I'ma get it) i'ma get it ('Til we get it)
'Til we get it (I'ma get it, Turn up)

Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple
It's turnin' me mental
But when you back it up
It really drives me crazy
And you know what I'm into
Make me forget what we arguin' about, ayy

We do it like rock stars (Oh)
Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh) shades on
Doin' ninety-five with the top down
I might sound crazy (Oh)
'Cause we be goin' back and forth
One minute I hate you, then I love you
That's how it is

‘Til we get it right, we gon' fuck some more
(Oh, no, 'Til we get it)
I'ma get it (I'ma get it, ayy)
'Til we get it
('Til we get it) , we get it right
‘Til we get it right, we gon' fuck some more
(More, I'ma get it)
I'ma get it ('Til we get it, yeah)
'Til we get it (I'ma get it, Yo, turn up)

He don't know me but he
Settin' up to blow me, uh
Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi
Uh
On the low, I used to holler at his homie, uh
Fuck it, now I'm 'bout to
Ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay, thug prolly, yo, come polly
He wanna fuck a bad Dolly and pop molly
I hope your pockets got
A motherfuckin' pot belly
Or is it that you never ball? John Salley
He had the Rolls in the Royce
The tone in his voice
Don't want a good girl, nah
Hoes is his choice
D-D-Dick on H, p-p-p-pussy on W
Mouth on open, a-a-ass on smother you
A-A-Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine
Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline
Could I be your wife? Naw
We could bang though
I got these niggas whipped, call me Django
(If we)

‘Til we get it right, we gon' fuck some more
(Oh oh, 'Til we get it)
I'ma get it (I'ma get it, I'ma get it)
'Til we get it ('Til we get it)
‘Til we get it right, we gon' fuck some more
(Right, we gon' love some more, some more)
(I'ma get it)
I'ma get it ('Til we get it, yeah)
'Til we get it (I'ma get it)