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[Intro: Chris Brown]
 ‘Til we get it
 I’ma get it
 ‘Til we get it
 ‘Til we get it
 I’ma get it
 ‘Til we get it
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
 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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
 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’ 95 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
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
 ‘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)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
 Why is it all so complicated?
 Baby, this should be simple, it’s drivin’ 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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
 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’ 95 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
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Nicki Minaj]
 ‘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)
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Chris Brown]
 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 holla 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, naw, 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)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
 ‘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 (Some more)
 I’ma get it, I’ma get it
 ‘Til we get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), ’til we get it, I’ma get it