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Description
Associated Performer: Chris Brown feat. Nicki Minaj
Composer, Lyricist: Darrell Eversley
Producer: Freshm3n III
Recording Engineer: Brian Springer
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Mixing Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Assistant Engineer: Ryan Kaul
Composer, Lyricist: Shaun Spearman
Assistant Engineer: Jacob Dennis
Composer, Lyricist: Eric Bellinger
Composer, Lyricist: Maurice Simmonds
Composer, Lyricist: Onika Tanya Maraj
Lyrics and translation
Original
Shall we get it?
I'ma get it.
Shall we get it?
Shall we get it?
I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it? -You say all you need is constant love.
When I try, I swear it's never enough. I must stop.
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us.
Baby, you let go and I'll pull you back. I let go, you ain't having that.
-We do it like a rockstar. -Woo.
Sexin' in the hotel room and we so loud. Higher than a smoke cloud.
-Woo.
-Shades on, doing ninety-five with the top down. I might sound crazy, 'cause we be going back and forth.
One minute I hate you, then I love you. That's how it is.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some -more. -Shall we get it?
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Till we get it. -Shall we get it?
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more.
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it? -Till we get it.
I'ma get it.
-Turn up. -Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple. It's driving 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 arguing about, ayy.
-We do it like a rockstar. -Woo.
Sexin' in the hotel room and we so loud. Higher than a smoke cloud.
-Woo.
-Shades on, doing ninety-five with the top down. I might sound crazy, 'cause we be going back and forth.
One minute I hate you, then I love you. That's how it is.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some -more. Oh, no. -Shall we get it?
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
Ay. Till we get it.
-Shall we get it? -We get it right.
Till we get it right, we -gon' fuck some more. -I'ma get it.
-I'ma get it. -Shall we get it?
Till we get it.
I'ma get it. Turn up.
He don't know me, but he setting up to blow me, ugh.
Said my Twitter picture remind him of Naomi, ugh. On the low, I used to holler at his homie, ugh.
Fuck it, now I'm 'bout to ride him like a pony. Yeah, okay. Thug probably, yo, come poly.
He wanna fuck a bad Dolly and pop molly.
I hope your pockets got a motherfucking pot belly. Or is it that you never ball? John Salley.
He had the rose and 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-pussy on W. Mouth on open, a-ass on smother yo.
A-ass on the cover of Elle magazine. Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline. Could I be your wife?
Nah, we got bingo. I got these niggas whipped, call me the Django.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more. Oh.
-Shall we get it? -I'ma get it.
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it?
-Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more.
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it? -Yeah.
Till we get it.
I'ma get it.
Turn up.
English translation
Shall we get it?
I'ma get it.
Shall we get it?
Shall we get it?
I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it? -You say all you need is constant love.
When I try, I swear it's never enough. I must stop.
Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us.
Baby, you let go and I'll pull you back. I let go, you ain't having that.
-We do it like a rockstar. -Woo.
Sexin' in the hotel room and we so loud. Higher than a smoke cloud.
-Woo.
-Shades on, doing ninety-five with the top down. I might sound crazy, 'cause we be going back and forth.
One minute I hate you, then I love you. That's how it is.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some -more. -Shall we get it?
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Till we get it. -Shall we get it?
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more.
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it? -Till we get it.
I'ma get it.
-Turn up. -Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple. It's driving 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 arguing about, ayy.
-We do it like a rockstar. -Woo.
Sexin' in the hotel room and we so loud. Higher than a smoke cloud.
-Woo.
-Shades on, doing ninety-five with the top down. I might sound crazy, 'cause we be going back and forth.
One minute I hate you, then I love you. That's how it is.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some -more. Oh, no. -Shall we get it?
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
Ay. Till we get it.
-Shall we get it? -We get it right.
Till we get it right, we -gon' fuck some more. -I'ma get it.
-I'ma get it. -Shall we get it?
Till we get it.
I'ma get it. Turn up.
He don't know me, but he setting up to blow me, ugh.
Said my Twitter picture remind him of Naomi, ugh. On the low, I used to holler at his homie, ugh.
Fuck it, now I'm 'bout to ride him like a pony. Yeah, okay. Thug probably, yo, come poly.
He wanna fuck a bad Dolly and pop molly.
I hope your pockets got a motherfucking pot belly. Or is it that you never ball? John Salley.
He had the rose and 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-pussy on W. Mouth on open, a-ass on smother yo.
A-ass on the cover of Elle magazine. Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline. Could I be your wife?
Nah, we got bingo. I got these niggas whipped, call me the Django.
Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more. Oh.
-Shall we get it? -I'ma get it.
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it?
-Till we get it right, we gon' fuck some more.
-I'ma get it. -I'ma get it.
-Shall we get it? -Yeah.
Till we get it.
I'ma get it.
Turn up.