Hotel

[Intro/Hook: Kid Ink & Chris Brown] I said why you over there lookin' at me? While I'm with my girlfriend Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend? Let's take it to the hotel, let's take it to the hotel [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Yeah, I said why you over there lookin'? Got a staring problem and you fuckin' I know you see my girl, stop frontin' I could tell you up to a lil somethin', hol' up I'ma play it cool, baby roll one While you make your way and get over here My girl ain't down then it's over Just tell her that she look good when I'm over there In the first place, pour one up Baby don't be too thirsty Groupie love ain't ever gon' work see Hoes ain't loyal and never keep it lowkey That ain't alright I'ma take a shot, couple shots through the night Tell a joke, keep it fun, make her feel it's alright Give you the game wholesale And bet a hundred that I take 'em to the hotel [Hook: Kid Ink & Chris Brown] I said why you over there lookin' at me While I'm with my girlfriend Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend? Let's take it to the hotel, we could take it there Let's take it to the hotel, baby we could take it there Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me Know I got a penthouse suite I said why you over there lookin' at me While I'm with my girlfriend [Verse 2: Chris Brown] It's kinda hard when I see you lookin' over here with them eyes I got a girl but I'm feeling your body So I'ma have to just play both sides I hope she don't come over here Cause I'm with my girl, you know I love her I got two of my bitches in the club And they know about each other, oh no [Verse 3: Kid Ink] Uh, but a nigga never Paranoid You fuckin' with a man not a little boy What? I could barely hear your lil voice In the club but your body makin' all the noise Clap it up, stack it up Where your purse? Just pack it up Grab her hand, tell her we should go now If you really wanna take this party to the hotel [Hook] [Verse 4: Kid Ink] Over there lookin' all suspicious Get a clue girl, don't be a mystery I see you liking on all my pictures Of me and my bitch up in all of our business So, you gotta know it ain't a limit to What a pill and the liquor do Make a straight girl go down, just spit down I might fuck around and lick her too It ain't a problem, my metabolism high Eat you both up for dinner Just keep it real with a real mothafucka Ain't got time for no pretenders Now just bring it to me That fleek, that freak, no classy stuff Been pushin' up, don't pussy out Bitch, what you really on? [Chorus]