DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown, Big Sean - How Many Times lyrics

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.

[DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown, Big Sean - How Many Times lyrics]

Pour a cup for the bitches that
Ain't scared to get down
Get down, get down, oh, woah
We The Best Music how many times I gotta?
Light another for the bitches who's
Just only in town another one
For the weekend, oh dJ Khaled!

How many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over? (Tunechi)
I'll fuck you right
Have you walkin' from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wastin' time
(You know)
You know how I feel about waitin' in line
(You know) you know he ain't it, girl
You're wastin' your time (Ha)
You're only this young for a moment in time
Take it in stride (Woo)
How-how-how-how-how many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over?
(How many times I gotta tell
Yo' ass? Live life)
How many times I gotta tell that ass to
Come over? How many times I gotta?
(Come over) how many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over? I'll fuck you right
Have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?

How many times I gotta tell
Your ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell
You I got a chauffeur?
Think about it, think it over
Everything is gon' be kosher
Call me when you gettin' closer
If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya?
Don't send me no naked pictures
If I can't get naked with ya
This dick deserve recognition
I don't mind payin' that commission
Is you with the shit or nah?
If we ain't fuckin' then, bitch, bon voyage
How many times? I said how many times?
Too many times and bitch, I ain't got time

How many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over? (Tunechi)
I'll fuck you right
Have you walkin' from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wastin' time
(You know)
You know how I feel about waitin' in line
(You know) you know he ain't it, girl
You're wastin' your time (Ha)
You're only this young for a moment in time
Take it in stride (Woo)
How-how-how-how-how many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over?
(How many times I gotta tell
Yo' ass? Live life)
How many times I gotta tell that ass to
Come over? How many times I gotta?
(Come over) how many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over? I'll fuck you right
Have you walkin' from side to side
How many times?

Okay, phone off the hook, yeah
That bitch won't stop blinkin'
I'll pick up for you though
On the second ring
You've been drinkin' and drinkin'
You're drinkin' for fun
And you drink for a reason
Yeah, leave your boyfriend and call
Me when you're leavin'
Callin' shots, refereein', no drama
Pussy so wet
I'ma need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining
Boy, I light the block up
Young Billie Jeaning
I'm dodgin' the leeches
I'm signin' agreements
I'm signin' new artists, I sell out arenas
Swimmin' with the dolphins on the Dan Marino
Wine mixin', this shit like the Catalina
B-IG, minus Puff and Lil Cease
I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya
Dream about the pussy, fuck it, I'm a dreamer
Hold me down but don't hold me
Back like I need you to, damn
I wrote myself a million dollar
Check in fifth grade
I put it on the wall and
Promised it'd be this way
She fuck me like she want the rent paid
Like she want that Oscar De La Renta
I slow it down like it's her favorite ballad
Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it
Straight up

How many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over? I'll fuck you right
Have you walkin' from side to side (Hey)
How many times?

Pour a cup for the bitches that
Ain't scared to get down
Get down, get down, oh, woah
How many times I gotta?
Light another for the bitches who's
Just only in town
In town, in town, for the weekend, oh
How many times?

I see these bitches in Supperclub
Niggas got me throwin' bottles up
Bottles with all of my homies
I'm feelin' generous, throwin' my money
She said she wanted the molly love
I gave her the dick but I'm not in love
I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm bonin'
Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the mornin'
Got Xans when I turn up, it's a party
Bust it open
Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded
Pop it for me
She got that booty galore, grippin' it
Backin' me up you wanna fuck with a thug
Now I see all these bitches
Got ass and they throwin'
Damn, it's just a matter of
Time 'fore I'm gone
Drinkin' Ciroc and I know that
She got it for free
I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it
He said that the liquor just
Bring out the freaks them bitches lit
Droppin' that ass to a split
Talkin' 'bout me, I'm the shit
I just get down for the money, the bitches
And cars
And my niggas, they whippin' the bricks, huh
Another one

How-how-how-how-how many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over?
(How many times I gotta tell
Yo' ass? Live life)
How many times I gotta tell that ass to
Come over? How many times I gotta?
(Come over, It's We The Best Music)
How many times I gotta tell
That ass to come over? (We The Best sound)
I'll fuck you right
Have you walkin' from side to side (Hey)
How many times?

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